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Part 9-7

A fight to remember

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Meanwhile in a dark cave.

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Ares

I'm so pent up. I can feel my member throbbing, spilling heavy globes of pre leaking along my shaft; my whole length throbbing and twitching eagerly, my balls aching with the volume of cum building up inside; my slit soaked in musky fluid. The air is thick and moist, full of potent, musky, tangy dragon musk; my nostrils twitching and flaring to take in as much as I can of that virile scent. My mouth waters in in desire, my mind drift on images of thick, juicy cock ready to deliver their load. I shake my head; I must keep my mind clear of all dirty though yet my arousal keeps growing as my desire to cum does as well. "Ares!" calls a familiar voice. I huff, trying to not touch myself but it's so hard… the desire is so… intense; the urge so… pressing…. I… I need to cum!

"Ares!" calls the same voice, urging for an answer. "What?" I growl, displeased. I look in the direction of the voice. Its Skel calling for me; lying on his belly, toying with a piece of eroded rocks he used to sharpen is so long claws to the point where they left deep mark on the brownish stone. Instantly I catch a hint of his virile pheromones. I gasp, feeling my cock stir, surging with life and restless desire as a long jet of slick pre erupt from my tip, raining down on the stone, adding to the large puddle of messy fluids. I moan out loud; wrapping a paw around my stiffening member and stoking the slippery length at a rapid; lust addled pace. Another spurt coats my paw in sticky warmth. With a great amount of the few self-control I have left I let go of my dripping tool. “What do you want?” "You're salivating… quite a lot… are you… hungry?" he asked, panting rapidly, his body unconsciously rocking back and forth on the hard rock. "No… I'm… so damn… horny." I moan, lifting a paw to expose my cock in all its shameful display of hardness and spilled fluids pooling before me. Just the sensation of my sensitive shaft bouncing; slapping my belly with every move is driving me to the edge of what I can handle. "You haven't seen me." He groaned lustfully, rolling on the side, displaying his belly, his hard cock slapping against his lower belly, the scales in that particular area gleaning, looking almost glassy, soaked in his own mess, his musk even more potent than usual. Before my eyes his member throbs, spurting a long jet of pre cum, some of it leaking along the already slickened shaft as a paw reach down and give the tip a gentle rub, letting all the gathered pre fall on the ground.

I look away. "Hide that dude… I… I'm trying not to think about it." I mumble, trembling in yet another attempt of keeping a relative control over my body. "How are you doing so far?" he whispered, keeping his voice as low as he obeys my request and put a paw between me and the throbbing lump of dragon flesh; , his words interspersed of paintings and whines. "I… I feel like my balls are gonna blow." I wince, slamming my tail in the ground “I… I need to cum so badly.” "Yes… me too.

I hesitate but as. "And… and Tormis how is he doing?" I grumble reluctantly. "Quite bad I guess." he whispered, looking toward his brother. I couldn't help but feel a bit worried for him. We had heard countless moans from here since we got here. I throw him a quick glance, discovering him curled in a tight ball, a good lump of flesh easily noticeable; protruding from his convulsing slit, his cock dripping a constant stream of pre seed. "He doesn't look good at all. Man it hurts me to see him like this." "I know… I… I'm sorry." "Don't b" sighed Skel "it's my fault too."

I stay silent, thinking about what had happened since this morning. While he was away Me and Skel kept ourselves busy. The door had barely closed behind Tormis that we were already going at it like ma; Skel's cock pleasantly lodged in my ass, trusting in the tight fit of my hole. We couldn't resist the urge of mating. i wanted nothing more than the feeling of that hot seed exploding inside me. Sadly Tormis came back early, too early; he busted us in the middle of the act; Skel's cock buried to the hilt in my rump, ready to blow his load. Yet Tormis' irruption broke our mood. He was so mad. On one side I was quite glad of the effect. I enjoyed both the pleasure of that big cock stuffing my rear and that mask of hatred and rage on Tormis's face. I basked in pleasure, moaning and gasping, bouncing back on the thick meaty shaft as it squirted pre in my hole, displaying my delight to the angry drake, offering him a perfect view of my own cock, throbbing and twitching with every buck of Skel's hips. It was actually a low punch but such a pleasure to watch Tormis oscillate between desire and rage. His member poked out as he stared helplessly, growing increasingly aroused by the second. I could feel Skel slowing down, his forceful humps turning to weaker trusts, his cock still dribbling pre in my loosened hole. Yet I keep squeezing hit thick member, bucking back in his trust, driving his cock all the way in, triggering lewd moans and more eager throbs from my cock. I leaned back, basking in the tide of pleasure shooting deep in my guts, pre spurting from my painfully hard member.

Tormis deep frustrated growls reached my ears in the symphony of moans, barely audible. My pleasure was reaching new height inside me as his growls turn to lustful moans, his traits twisted on an expression of arousal and desire. I began wiggling my hips, teasing the horny drake even further. skel's grip on my flanks tightened, sharps claws digging in tender scales exposing my flesh. At the time I wasn't sure if he tried to stop me or just asserting his dominance to pound me even harder. I wasn't given enough time to find out lately, Ordan's voice came back, louder than ever, a wave of dominance washing over my brain, dragging away the lust. His voice simultaneously transferred to the two brother's brain, stopping us all at once. The orders were clear, given with force, going beyond any attempt to protest. We weren't left any other choice than bowing and obeying like good little pet. In no time Skel's cock had left my hole, leaving it gaping and oozing with all his spilled lube and me craving for more of that sweet dick. We were all hard and aroused to the point where desire became painful. A quick glance at the other confirmed we were all in the same horny state, our cock hard and throbbing, pre drizzling down our shaft, leaking along the ground. I was so close to the edge, my loins churning, full of potent seed only awaiting for its moment to surge forward. skel was obviously nearing his peak as well, panting rapidly, his member bobbing between his hind legs, bloated with seed. Tormis on his side was hard as a rock but far from the delight of an orgasm even after all the teasing of witnessing our passionate act.

I was still feeling weak, both from the humongous amount of energy filling my flesh and utterly spent after that rough pounding yet this time I could stand on my paws without falling. I was still unable to run, fly and far from capable of fighting. I felt like a useless weight they would drag around in their quest. Surprisingly none of them was excited by the idea of a good fight, of accomplishing the quest, the reason why they were here; we were all too preoccupied by our collective ragging erection. Begging Ordan to give us some time was rather easy "I don't want horny drakes unfocused and incapable to put up a fight so do it QUICKLY!" as he said when we reached out to him.

For me and Skel it was simple, just a few touches at the right place, a firm squeeze; a bit of imagination and we blew our load across the floor, painting the stone and our paws white with the might of our orgasm, seed erupting in a continuous flow of our arching and aching dick. In a five minutes we were done, our cocks soaked in cum retreating back in their slit. We were both flopped on our back, panting and moaning, basking in the blissful afterglow of climax while Tormis was still rapidly stroking himself. He wanted his orgasm and he would get it. Yet again he wasn't as close as we were and when Ordan came back in full force, shattering our elated minds with his bare voice Tormis was far from done. He tried to plea, to beg Ordaan to leave him one minute to paw off. He heard nothing of it. Moreover he apparently needed us right now so we left; Tormis whimpering in frustration and lust, his hard member bouncing with each step, hitting his belly with wet sounds. Thankfully Ordan used a teleport spell to send us in that cramped cave where was awaiting a green dragon knocked out and a human unconscious as well.

The dragon was on his back, tongue lolling out, breathing slowly, his paws, neck and tail held by dark magic enhanced bonds while the human was suspended to a wall, his wrists and ankles attached to the wall in a star position, his armor stripped away and weaponry kept at a good distance from him, protected by the most terrifying face I had ever seen. The personage who stood near the two captives was a nightmarish creature coming from the depth of hell. It had a rather normal humanoid shape, wearing a thin metal made armor and a long ripped cape. His face was hidden by some sort of skull mask… or wasn't it just the bare bones exposed. Green eyes glowed in that lifeless face, throwing empty gazes at us as we arrived. That guy was the definition of fear. Just the sight of that face sent terror chills down my spine. I only wished to leave. Although I was curious, how did that guy managed to bring these two down? I gave him a deeper look. Soon I realized that below this armor there was no body; well no proper body at least. There was a humanoid form below the thick plates but it looked decayed, forced to an ever changing state, always remolding itself to keep a coherent form. At some point I realized the guy could turn to tiny particles and slip in cracks of the walls; even the plates of armor would disintegrate to follow their possessor. The only thing made of actual flesh and bones seemed to be his face and probably his right arm who looked overly grown and mutated, ending on a sharp pair of claws tightly clenched around the grip of a large scary pistol. The palm and the pistol seemed glued; no… merged together by some sort of magic. The gun itself was… weird; made in a shiny black metal, a circular magazine protruding on each side glowing green and letting out thin greenish smoke. The barrel was a pure nonsense. It was wide, bulky, strangely shaped.

Although it had a hole for the bullet at its end it was shaped like two fanged maws closed made of the same metal. Moreover I noticed that these maws could open but for what purpose?

I could feel a constant stream of energy from that disturbing pistol and decided not to stay too close from that guy. The other agreed and we found ourselves a nice spot toward the end of the cave, half hidden behind a natural formation of rock but offering a nice view of the captive nevertheless. Time went by, nothing happening at all. Sometime I would throw a quick glance at the guy. He stood still, not moving much beside his guy like it was a huge toy. We were royally bored, left there with nothing to do. Skel spent a long time sharpening his claws on the rocks, limbering up or trying some fighting moves in the rather cramped space. I tried myself but I would fall on my butt, exhausted. I was still struggling, battling against the flow of information and energy traversing my body, shared between the three of us and I couldn't battle, my brain too low, my muscles too weak. In the end we just sat there, bored, only wishing to do something instead of waiting without a goal. Tormis was mostly silent, prostrated, letting out muffed sounds; his mind locked down to us, muscles stiff as he panted. It took me an eternity to realize he was still hard and twitching, squirting pre all over the cold rock, forming wet patches between his hind legs. In fact with that creepy guy nearby we were all a bit scared of touching ourselves or doing more… naughty things to ease ourselves while we waited. However soon Tormis's musk filled the damp air, turning it thick and musky. Our nostrils flared helplessly, taking deep whiffs of the musk filled air triggering a well-known stir in our slit. I moaned, incapable of holding my growing arousal. My member spilled from my slit in a gush of slippery natural lubrication. I gasped, observing my own length as it grew to its full mast in a matter of seconds.

The scent of dragon arousal flooded the air, overwhelming our senses. Rational thoughts subsided, replaced by lustful images. Even the mind link was sending me only desire addled thoughts. I let out a needy moan, precum splattering on the floor with every throb of my penis.

We tried to ignore it; be stronger than the lust we so often embraced. Nevertheless we weren't strong enough and slowly our resistance faded, replaced by pure need and eagerness. "Hey Ares are you even listening?" called Skel again, growling deeply. I gasp, shaking my head, my mouth full of spit. "No… yes… eh… sorry… what did you say?" I shamefully mumble. "I was saying don't you think we should… give him a hand?" "Without me… I'm not touching this." I snarl in disgust, my body however not thinking the same way, a huge spurt of pre bursting from my bloated tip. "Man… don't be such a jerk. You used to love that cock as much as mine. I can quite remember you taking it eagerly, moaning for it." "Yes…I did… but… things have changed." "What changed? You just got possessive and jealous." he rumbles, daring to stare directly in my eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about." I hiss. "Are you sure? I've got plenty of time to explore your brain and I've come to understand better than you do yourself."

I look down, staring at the puddle of clear fluids between my legs, fueled by my squirting member. I try to say something but only a moan slips between my lips. He is right, I remember the first night with the two brother, getting bred while breeding a submissive Skel. I tremble, shuddering in lust. "So Ares tell me… what changed?" "I… I… I wanted you. I couldn't bear to see you… mate him." "Do I look like I care about that kind of considerations?" casually answered Skel with a wry toothy grin "Some people find that dirty and against nature. Dude I don't give a fuck about that! I love to have my brother mounting and… ohhh… breeding me like his little female." I shudder with him, a new surge of desire sanding me oy my belly, trusting helplessly in the pool of my own pre, groaning out loud; my hole quivering in excitement. "You like it too?" purrs Skel, amused "so stop acting the way you do man; you're just breaking us apart." "I… I… I'm sorry." I sigh, still humping the ground uncontrollably, grinding my slickened shaft against the cold rock. "Ares… seriously; you felt left over because you let that gap between us and you made it grow larger so stop fooling around; you're just hurting yourself, hurting us, hurting me." He whimpers. I stare deeply in these amber eyes troubled by tears. I feel so bad, so wrong. I get up, growling in pain radiating from my itching member. "Where are you going?" asked Skel, worry peaking in his high pitching voice. "Just… repairing the mess I caused." I answer, my voice low and trembling.

At that exact moment Tormis decides to look up, our gaze involuntarily meeting. His eyes are hazy, glassy with lust. I gulp down, nervous; I don't know how he'll react and to be honest I fear it. He could send me away, barking at me or he could… do the same the hard way. Oh he could possibly decide to settle his urges with me. I tremble as I take the last decisive few steps separating us. Instantly his eyes lose their haze, his pupils turning narrow and vertical, his lips drawn back on his glistening fangs. Apparently I'm not welcome here. "What do you want." he hisses, slivers of hatred slipping in my mind as he spits these so few words. "Just… forgive myself… look for… redemption I guess." "Well go look somewhere else… far from me if possible."

"Tormis… I don't want to fight." "You bet. Even hard like that I still can make you bite the dust. Hehe… or suck my cock… your choice" he hisses, showing his impressive fangs and claws, ready to lash out on me. "Tormis… I… could you do me a favor?" "Sure… when I'll be dead." "Tormis… I'm serious." I whine pleadingly, terrified by his white fangs coated in thick slimy saliva. His gaze soften slightly, his eyebrows raise quizzically. "Fine… what do you want?" "Could you… lean back?" "Yes of course? But what are you trying to achieve?" he huffed, darting suspicious eyes at me. "Just shut up and show me your belly." "Oh… I see… you want so see a real tool." he sniggers.

I grit my teeth, feeling an untamable desire to smash his pretty face into the ground. "Tormis don't push me." I warn, dragging my claws on the rock. He obeyed, putting all his underside on display just for me. His hard cock jutting between his hindlegs, squirting clear pre on his scales. "Yeah I know it’s big compared to your tiny thing." "Are you sure." I giggle, widening my stance, offering him a good sight of my own, thick, drippy shaft "I bet I can make you scream with that "tiny thing" as you call it." "If you came just to do a size contest you can go fuck yourself now before I rip that thing from you." "I didn't come here for that… neither to taunt you." "Why then." "Just… do nothing and let me show you."

I lower my muzzle, eyes fixated upon that hard meaty shaft radiation that thick tangy musk. My body seemed to be functioning on its own, my jaws opening, my tongue slipping out, slithering on the pre soaked scales automatically, lapping at these slick scales hungrily. I began to tremble, inching closer to that thick shaft, drool oozing on my chin and falling on his scales. "What are you doing." he his, feeling uncomfortable of course. I say nothing, opening my mouth wide, my tongue wrapping around the meaty cock, stimulation the flared ridges, caressing the sensitive flesh, gathering a great amount of tasty, slippery precum. I give the veiny, ridged member a squeeze, forcing a sharp spurt of pre out, landing on top of my snout. My nostrils flare as my mouth water in utter, violent, irresistible desire. "*gasp* easy man… easy." he moaned, gently bucking his hips in the coils of my tongue. I don't lose a second seeing that eager cock spilling more pre cum for me. I tighten my grip around the throbbing member as I guide it in my salivating maws. When his member enters the steamy hot confine of my mouth Tormis lets out a long drawn out maws, his entire frame arching, his hips bucking forward, jamming his length deep inside my mouth, pressing my snout against his fluid drenched slit. I moan in time with him, my own member jumping excitedly, and shooting pre on Tormis under tail. Instinctively his paws wrap around my horns, pulling me closer, keeping me still as he trusts in my muzzle. I try to relax; letting him use my body willingly, rocking back and forth as he pulls me bike a cock sleeve, pressing his groin against my lips, his cock tip brushing against the entrance to my throat as he keeps jabbing his member in my mouth rapidly, moaning loudly, spilling gallons of salty pre in my mouth.

I swallow all of it eagerly, making loud suckling sound. Suddenly his member jumps in my mouth as seed hit the back of my mouth, painting it in white. I purr as he pushes all the way in, spurting cum rapidly. He withdraw, leaving my mouth gaping open, cum leaking everywhere, strings of spit linking us both as he empties the rest of his balls on my scales, hot gooey seed sticking to my scales, musk seeping deep, marking me as his. I remain frozen, a wide grin on my face as strands of fertile semen splash on my face, turning my scales a pearly white. "Jeeze… it felt so… good." he groaned, wiping the seed sticking to his flesh on my cheeks. "Glad you liked." I groan, feasting on his softening cock, draining him of the last spurts of seed. "You taste so sweet." I whisper, licking my lips to the sight of his already hardening member, demanding for more attention. "Want another go?" I purr excitedly, wagging my tail teasingly, my hole winking impatiently. "Hey guys!" shout a low voice "have a look at this!"

We look toward Skel, beside his hard member leaking like a faucet I see nothing. He is standing up, peaking over the large bolder of stone hiding us. We join him; aligning us by his side. "What's wrong?" "Look at that bastard over there." he grunts, pointing toward the still unconscious green dragon.

We follow his gaze, finding ourselves face to face with two monsters of a cocks. "This guy is hard!" I gasp. "As a rock…" adds Tormis excitedly. "Do you think about what I think brother?" growled Skel; a vicious grin stretching on his lips. "You bet your ass I do! It's too incredible to be true!" shouted Tormis, sharing his brother's excitement. "What do you have in mind?" I ask in a tiny voice. Instantly their gaze turn to me, staring at me insistently, their expression shifting to disbelief. "Dude are you kidding? Use the link." I blush profusely, my checks skipping all hues of red to turn a deep purple. "Ares you suck" growls Tormss aghast "that's how we roll, we give information mentally. No one can hear us. Moreover it makes it easier in battle to transmit critical information’s to one another. I don't know like… someone is trying to attack you by behind watch out!" "I see…" "Then use it!" they yell at the same time.

I shrink submissively, bowing until my chest touches the ground. In seconds I understand, letting the flow of information invade my mind. "You're insane!" I wince, shocked. "Come on man don't tell me you don't want it?" purrs Skel, giving me an adorable pleading face. It's crazy!"

"He won't notice it!" huffs Skel, growing relentless. "And if we get caught?" "You'll get us out." grumbled Tormis, impatiently trusting in the air. "Come on Ares. Don't tell me these two beauties don't turn you on."

I blush again, cheeks burning red. "Well… it's quite… appealing." "So come on we all need a bit of fun." I nod, letting myself be convinced by their words. Beside… my demanding cock is urging me to stick it somewhere nice and tight. We step forward, closing it with determination in our eyes and huge boners hanging out under the empty gaze of the other. From up close these sweet penis look even more appetizing; standing proudly at a good ten inch length, knots inflated, pre drizzling down the already white streaked length. "They look even better up close." I gasp, amazed. "So… which side do you take?" asks Skel, eager, already turning his attention to the unconscious drake's mouth "personally I take the mouth"" "Well… I… I don't know." I mumble. My eyes unfocused. "I've got my little idea of which part of that guy I want." said Tormi,s, jumping on the other's belly "there's no way I miss an opportunity to have such a big dick for myself." "Leave some for me!" I chirp happily. "Relax this guy has two… lucky bastard. Beside you can have his ass for your own." "Ok I'm in." I chuckle, excited. I get into position, observing the tight puckered hole. I probe the fleshy hole; the muscular entrance giving way easily. "This guy loves taking dick apparently." I purr excitedly; getting into position, my cock brushing against the tight opening. Before I observe my mates; Skel hasn't lost a single second, already pounding away in the bigger drake's mouth, moaning loudly, his tongue lolling out on the side of his mouth.

Meanwhile Tormis is suckling on the juicy cock, slathering the whole length in saliva. "How does it taste?" "Try it on your own I left you one." he growled, not letting go of the hard member, caressing the other with a claw. "I thought you wanted to ride it." "Indeed… but it's too thick to take dry." "I see." I whisper, extending my neck and giving the shaft a swift lick. I grimace, the flesh carrying a weird taste. "I know it tastes bad but you'll get over It." grumbled Tormis, disgusted as well. After a deep breath I push forward, my dick slipping inside the gaping hole. I howl, trusting eagerly, parting the folds around my cock, gripping the drake's flanks tightly; resting my body lazily as I pound his hole. Before me Tormis shifts stance, turning around and beginning to slide the thick cock in his own hole. The plethora of muffs and gasps he lets out shows his obvious discomfort; the thick cock sinking inch by inch in his hole, widening his already gaping pucker, stretching it to his limits. "Are you ok?" I moan, doubling in eagerness as I trust harder and faster in the unconscious drake slickened passage. "He is… hmpf… thicker than I thought. I…I'm not sure I can take it all." "Come on didn't you prepared with all these toys of yours." "I did… but a real cock is… much harder to handle… oh fuck!" he cries out, impaling himself on the thick member, the bulbous knot inflating and slapping against Tormis's rump.

I reached forward, observing the other cock, standing proud and big, twitching in need, a thick globe of pre gathering on the tip. From that angle I have a perfect view of the throbbing shaft; large veins bloating on all its surface. My only urge at that moment is tasting that hot lump of flesh. I open my mouth, lapping hungrily that big cock. The pre tastes slightly salty but sweet and that flavor is driving me insane. My lust is reaching new heights as I finally wrap my tongue around the burning hot shaft, slowly aiming it toward my mouth, the tip oozing with preseed. My lips enclose around the pointed tip, suckling eagerly, drawing a spurt of pre that hit the back of my mouth.

In the silent cave the wet squelching sounds of hips slapping against scales and lusty moans of three horny drakes having their fun on a poor unconscious guy unaware of what's happening to him sounds like a delightful symphony to my ears; even the thought of drilling that hole with all I have doesn't sound as bad as it looked at the first glance. With a renewed strength I start trusting again, humping the slick passage, my knot threatening to slip inside while my mouth was filled of large cock, my cheeks bulging with all the preseed he kept spurting inside my mouth. The two brothers are enjoying themselves, Skel hilting repeatedly in the drake's mouth, squirting pre everywhere, clear fluids pouring out of the stuffed fanged maw while Tormis is sitting on the dragon's chest, raising and falling rhythmically on the large cock, the bulbous knot drenched in a messy brew of fluids. The air around us is thick, saturated with intoxicating musk, wet slaps of hips fill the silence and loud moans and groans burst from our throat. I keep bobbing my head up and down on the shaft, the first taste slowly subsiding, revealing the true flavor of that cock as it throbs and spurts in my hungry throat. Slowly I speed up my pace, trusting deeply in the muscular hole. Sadly the unconscious drake doesn't help much, his muscles only lightly clenching around my dick, barely stimulating me; leaving me to do all the work.

I growl, slamming harder and harder in the loosened hole, my own swollen knot bumping against the tighter pucker. "Fuck… I'm… I'm so close." howls Skel, gripping the drake's horns tighter and driving his oozing cock deep, dragging it along the slippery tongue. "Fill that guy…" moaned Tormis, pawing off rapidly, aiming his arching dick toward his brother, shooting sticky pre hard and fast, painting his brother's face in long white streaks while bouncing hard on the cock, some of the pre leaking out of his hole. I double my efforts, pumping my snout up and down on the bloating dick. That guy is close to; I can feel it from the powerful gush of pre hitting the back of my mouth. I firmly dig my claws in his hide, hammering his passage with all my might, moaning in pure delight as I lean over that guy, suckling and humping rapidly, pre leaking from my tip in a constant stream, slickening the hole until it offers no resistance, eagerly welcoming my cock inside like a good eager bitch lusting over my cock. I press down dominantly on top of that guy, my loins churning with seed, my cock swelling with blood and seed, my knot fattening even more. I can feel my peak nearing with each forceful trust, a gooey mess erupting from my urethral slit. Before me Skel slammed hard one last time, jerking his neck high and spitting a long cone of amber flames toward the ceiling as he climaxes, seed gushing out of his cock, splattering on the drakes tongue and pooling below his gaping maw. A loud gulping sound reaches our ears as we witness the drake unconsciously swallowing mouthful after mouthful of seed, gagging and chocking on the thick mess as Skels keeps emptying gallons after gallons of gooey semen. "Oh yes… swallow it all bitch." he grunted, his half lidded eyes staring at the limp snout wrapped around his cock, taking all his cock and seed without protest.

Tormis is the second to break loose, slamming his rump on the thick cock, letting out a loud whimper as the knot pops inside him, stretching his hole even further as it seals the entrance as he keeps stroking his hard shaft, weakly trusting in his paw, crying out as the first spurt of white seed burst from his cock, raining On Skel's face. His brother gasps in surprise, opening his eyes wide and staring at Tormis's erupting dick aimed straight at him, spilling it's thick spunk on his scales. Skels moans softly, closing his eyes and offering his snout to his brother, letting him paint it in white, musk marking his scales with each subsequent jet. Envy crept my heart, in secret I wish I was the own smearing my seed over these pristine scales, soaking him in all the fluids I could imagine. "Chill out Ares you'll get to do it. Just wait for your turn." huffed Tormis in my head "he doesn't mind at all getting marked so keep that for later and fill that guy. Oh and don't choke on that seed… it's quite thick." "Do you take me for a newbie?" I growl, taking the fat knot in my mouth, applying a slight bit of pressure with my fangs on the hard flesh. The first spurt is hard, the cock jumping in my mouth before erupting a long gush of thick gooey seed that fills my mouth in a matter of second, making my cheek bulge with the sheer amount of cum. I gag trying to swallow the potent spunk, choking on the volume involuntarily flowing down my throat. "Hehe… I warned you." chuckles Tormis, bits of his own pleasure assaulting my brain, adding to my raising bliss, melting my last rational thoughts as I give into the incomparable pleasure of mating.

I swallow, making lewd sounds yet the cock keeps spurting his copious load, too much for me to swallow so I just let it spill, sloppily licking the throbbing member as the creamy load stain my chin in pungent, virile male scent. I withdraw from the cock, observing it's shiny, saliva coated surface, wrapping a paw around it and squeezing it, drawing more cum out, splashing my face and marking me in deep with male essence.

The shared pleasure shouting through the bond feels insanely good, melting away all the rest, making our problems and concerns feel so insignificant compared to the holy bliss of orgasm. I am the last one to finish; tipping over the edge, my trusts shallow and deep as I slam my knot inside, thick ropes of cum bursting in the tightening hole. It feels like a heavy weight has been removed from me as I cum, jet after jets spilling in the male's guts. In a shroud of dominance I roar, clamping my jaws shut on the nearest thing; which turns out to be Tormis's tail base. His squeals sound as delightful as his moans of pleasure to my ears as I burry my fangs in his flesh, lapping the oozing blood.

Sometime later the combined flow of seed stops; the air is to thick and damp, full of dragon's scent suppressing all the rest. We stay here, sprawled on the bigger guy, bathing in the afterglow of our climaxes. Unconsciously a shift occurs in my brain, like a bridge finishing itself without me knowing it. The knots deflate, the members turn flaccid as the fire of bliss slowly extinguishes, leaving us exhausted and utterly happy, satisfaction flowing in our brains. I pull out, as does Tormis, even Skel is lying on the guy. "What in hell is happening here?!" Roars a voice.

My blood turn cold as chill of fear runs through my limp body. We all look to the side, discovering Ordan standing next to us, a snarl of disgust and anger twisting his traits, his eye glowing with a light of pure anger. I flinch, shrinking myself submissively, slowly dismounting the guy, seed still dripping weakly from my flaccid, retreating member. He walks directly toward me, his fists clenched, his eye burning with the fire of wrath. "What have you done this time?!" he roars to my face. I remember the thick seed coating my face, the weak stream of aqueous sperm pooling on the ground and my seed oozing from the gaping hole ahead of me. I'm so scared, bowing under his incendiary gaze. I squeak, a squirt of pee bursting from my tip, splashing on the drake's hide. Ordan takes a step back, grossed out; disgusted by the sight and smell, also apparently not wishing to get hit by the yellow stream. An idea pop up in my head, like in the two brother's mind… I feel it, we had that very same idea at the exact same moment. We stare at each other, grinning madly. I walk to the drake, an evil smirk glued to my lips as I mount the guy, offering Ordan a perfect view as I let everything loose, piss forcefully gushing out, splattering with a wet sound on the drake's hide in time with Skel and Tormis. In a mere instant the briny stench fills the cave as our fluids soak into his scales, streaming down his body in different areas. We moan in union, elated by the familiar smell of our urine. I feel a stir in my slit, a well-known sensation as the first inches of cock spill out of my slit again, arousal clouding my head again.

Once the content of our bladder spilled all over and in the guy we finally dismount him, observing our work with pride swelling in our heart. The guy is a mess, dipping in a pool of dark yellow piss, his whole frame drenched in the same thin yellow coat, our combined musk staining his scales; even after washing a few times it will remain, marking him as ours. "What was that for?" grunts Ordan, waving his hand in disgust. I know it’s uselessly, the stench has reached everywhere. "Hehe… just a little… nasty gift once he'll wake up?" I snigger "Indeed that's nasty." he grimaces, making a face like he was about to throw up "but what's the goal of it?" "A male that smells another scent on his mate will be so mad. It's instinctive I guess; an unknown smells turn them wild; it stirs our instincts and reduce their already quite pathetic mental capacities to the minimum. You can trust me on that." "Hmmm… clever… he won't know what happened to him. That's actually some wicked plan. I like it." he exclaims himself, patting my snout. "Eeeeew… gross!!!" he snarled, his glove covered of fresh semen. "However Ares next time don't take personal initiatives like this. You don't want me pissed off do you?" "Nope." I chirp, rubbing my cum covered snout against his coat, leaving a white trail behind. "Stop that Ares it’s nasty." he barks, shoving me away. I do a quick work of cleaning the mess, yet the smells stay to my satisfaction. "Anyway fun time is over, get prepared, we have visitors in coming so no more breeding I want you ready for battle…. And please clean that you're looking like crap in white." he grumbles, adopting a falsely disgusted expression. We head to our place at the back of the cavern, not throwing a single glance at the guy we just used to settle our urges.

Suddenly a long arm stood in my way. I gasp, backing away in fear. That creepy guy has swiftly moved, his thick arm blocking my way. I look up, daring to cross his gaze for the first time. The glow of his eyes is making my bones chill. Suddenly he moves his arm away, raising a clawed thumb up. I cock my head to the side, completely stunned, speechless. "Come on Ares that guy is just creepy as hell." huffs Skel, dragging me away.

I start to realize something has changed, the pain, the heavy, soul crushing weight is gone, well… partially subsided. I feel a new strength pounding in my veins, a constant flow of information crossing my mind, shared between our brains. I feel weird, slightly dizzy, a new row of sensation spreading through my body. I feel revived, reborn. I stumble across the room, falling on my butt next to them. They're grinning widely, exchanging double meaning full gazes. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I mumble, feeling so antsy. "We're just… amazed." "By what?" "Guess." giggles Skel, his tail swishing from side to side excitedly. "I… I don't know." "Man… don't be shy… you know exactly what we're talking about." "No… not at all." "He is just modest." Grunted Tormis, apparently displeased by the news. "Damn it! What are you talking about?" "You… you mastered it?" "What?" "The bond silly." giggles Skel, nuzzling his com soaked snout against mine, nuzzling me lovingly. "Did I?" "Sadly?" grunts Tormis. However mentally other words are sent "Well done… but don't think we're done together. You may have managed to bind us all for fucking eternity but you're far from having tamed me." A wicked smirk grows on his lips as we speak by telepathy, vanishing as soon as his brother's gaze wanders too close. "You don't give up do you?" "Never." "I thought you had gone over it." "Hehe… no… I'm curious to see you try." "I won't disappoint you." "Just be aware that I'll obey you… if needed because we'll need to cooperate… just try not to get us killed. However in private times… expect nothing from me. I want something I take it; so it means I want to fuck my brother you shut up and let me handle my business. And if you want something from me… you'd better deserve it otherwise you can already go fuck yourself."

I gasp, my throat tightening, my mouth turning dry at his words. I involuntarily tense, stiffening a hiss between my tightly shut maws. "Fine." I grunt mentally. "Deal?" "Go fuck yourself." I grumble. "And Skel for your sake stop spying."

I watch in horror as sharp claws lash forward, missing Skel by an inch, racking the rock in a rain of sparkles and debris. "What was that for?" winces Skel, covering his face behind a wing. "I felt your presence, stop listening to other’s conversations." "Chill out I did it way before we were linked together." "Curses…" "Oh and… Tormis… aside from spying you… dare to mount me without my accord and I'll make sure you lose your nuts…"

This time it's Tormis who adopts a protective stance. I feel the situation fester a bit more with each passing second I decide to act. "Guys guys… please calm down." "They only growl defensively, barking at each other in defiance. "I've got something in mind that will both make you happy." I purr with a devious grin. "What do you think about?" asked Skel, perking his ears. In reply I winked to his attention and turn around, offering them a gorgeous view of my backside as I start to wiggle sensually, teasing them with the sight of it, slowly swaying my tail, showing quick glimpse of my puckered hole. "Ares stop that!" moaned Skel excitedly, covering his groin with all his paws as he stares helplessly, eyes flushed with desire. I don't have to see to know the tip of his cock is already poking out, his slit wetting with arousal. "We shouldn't… if… if the Watcher finds out he is gonna bust our balls for sure." "Who cares?" I huff, purring teasingly "It's not like our enemies will come knock at our doors in two minutes. If I remember right we sent them in the wrong direction." "You mean I did?" grunts Tormis, pointing a claw at himself "while you two were humping each other." "Jeeze chill out." I squeak, a bit nervous. His eyes shining with a glow I'm not very fond of. "I'm offering to make it up to you?" I purr, lowering my chest to the ground and raising my rump submissively, wiggling my backside a bit. "Now you have my attention."

A low growl escapes his throat as he comes closer, his hot breath billowing over my sensitive back as he takes a long whiff of my scent. I'm slightly trembling, shivering in fear as his paws land roughly on my back, holding my flanks in a steel grip. I let out a pitiful squeak, feeling antsy as his body leans over me, pressing me down to the ground. "Are you afraid?" "A bit… you're… scaring me a bit." "Relax… I'm not gonna hurt you." he whispered in my ear, his wet slit grinding against my pucker, his growing cock already slipping inside my hole. I let out a moan, bucking back against his groin, sinking a few more inches of hardening dick in my quivering hole. I try to stiff a moan but Tormis has a wicked mind and slowly withdraw his whole length before impaling me on his throbbing flesh. I cry out in bliss, trashing against him. Another pair of paws land on my shoulder. I gasp, opening my mouth wide to protest, just to have it stuffed with a thick cock. My entire frame convulses as I choke on the large member forcing itself in my throat. "Easy easy… don't be scared… I'm not gonna hurt you."

To prove his words he retreats his cock, leaving me enough space to catch my breath as Tormis left my hole gaping without his hot penis. Slowly they fill me again by both extremity, dribbling pre steadily. I close my eyes, letting the pleasure blind me as the world around me turns dark.

………

Several ENDLESS hours later

………

Kyo

Here we are… finally. In the background the sun is falling, tainting the horizon the color of blood, like a bad omen.

We've all remained quite silent for most of the journey, me focusing on the flight and following the elusive trail leading me to Tarken. Kaos was sulking in a foreign corner of my brain while Allen is… chilling out? I don't really know we haven't talk much, not even establishing a plan.

And here we were; the trail stronger than ever, pointing to the dark, jagged entrance of a cave hidden in an unnatural mist.

"Is that the place?" asks Allen, pronouncing the first words since we left. "It looks like it." I whispered, not admitting my own anguish. "I don't like it Kyo." he grumbled. "Neither do I… but there's no other choice." I sob regrets crippling my heart. I feel so bad about what I'm about to do but in my state I can't think about another way to escape that situation. "Kaos… I…" I mumble, already terrified. "Kyo… one word… dare to say one more word and I'll tear you apart myself." he roared, imaginary claws latching to my soul. I feel like he has already begin his work, lacerating my being from the inside. Suddenly one of my forepaw surge with energy, dark lightning splitting from my scales, envelopping my scales in an electric aura as my claws start to curl on their own accord. I am forced to stand still as the now renegade limb sets into motion, turning around and ragously slamming in my chest, bouncing against the thick armor plate, only racking on it's shiny slick surface. "Listen very carefully Kyo. The second you'll agree to that bastard's terms I'll make sure the last thing you feel will be the sensation of your own claws shredding you apart." "Kaos calm down. I… I know it's unfair and I… I regret it with all my heart. I… I… you… you count for me… a lot but… I… I can't think of a way of… keeping you both." "Kyo…" he sighs, his voice trembling with sorrow. "We'll find a way out of that mess." I slowly look down as the first tear roll along my cheek. "Kyo… don't cry… it will be fine. I'm a professional at forging plans in desperate situations." "I remember that." I mumble, a new strength invading my veins.

"Let's get in that cave and kick that motherfucker's ass!" shouted Allen, slamming his fists together.

"Stay cold headed Allen he won't be alone this time." resonates Kaos. "We'll beat them anyway." I growl, regaining complete control over my body. "And how do you expect to stay alive. He won't be alone and will be in a better position than us." "It's true… so let's do what we do best… improvise."

"That's the spirit!" approved Kaos, a wicked smile on his lips. "Fuck yeah… they won't see what hit them." yells Allen, slapping my flank happily. "However… you'll have to do exactly as I say." I order, my voice determined and cold "We will have to play his game for some time and wait for the best moment to strike. Understood?" "I wonder what you have in mind?" grumbles Kaos, unsure. "Nothing but we're lacking time to think of a better plan so let's get in and find one then."

Nervously I gaze toward the cave where my mate is laying, captive, helpless; maybe wounded, perhaps even dying. "Hold on Tarken… I'm coming." I whisper, addressing the sky a short prayer. It doesn't ´happen to me to just put my fate, or the success of something I want to achi1re in the hands of some divinity but today I feel like I'll need all the help I can get. Speaking of help an idea crosses my mind. "Kaos… don't you have… I don't know… any… friend who would be willing to help us." "I have no friend here…" "Or any acquaintance?" "If you're thinking about calling him just go fuck yourself. I'm not involving him in any of my business. Last time I did I paid a heavy price." he barked defensively, opposed with all his might to my suggestion. "Ok ok… just asking." "Start by asking yourself the good questions and stop getting distracted we have to get it done fast."

"Let's go then.". I extend my wings, feeling the cool breeze of the sunset. I take a deep breath; the air around me carries a metallic scent; the stench of blood. My mouth is filled of the very same taste. Blood is gonna flow… I'll make sure of it.

I soar into the sky, my wings more rigid than I imagined made my flight shakier. I'm impatient and scared at the same time; I want to see my mate… see if he is alright but I'm so afraid by what I may find in that cave and how it could turn out.

"Ready?" asks Allen in my head, his reassuring tone barely managing to calm the ragged beats of my heart. "I'm scared." "Me too." he whispers, sharing his feelings with me. I feel like our brains are joining, combining beyond what I ever sensed before. "Let's make these demons pay." we growls, our voice answering to each other. I land on the rocky edge, tiny fragments of rock breaking from the cliff and rolling down, breaking the silence as I step forward, Allen jumped from my back since the cave roof was too low for both of us, forcing me to crane my neck. In the silent, dreadful atmosphere I can hear my own heart pounding. Slowly Allen unsheathe his sword, the high pitched hiss the perfectly shaped and sharpened blade makes when leaving it's sheets echoing multiple times in the large gaping cave. Mentally I prepare myself, concentrating my energy to unleash a true inferno upon them.

Although the cave seems empty at the first glance an inexplicable presence occupies that place. The air is damp in that area; it might even explain the mist outside. A sliver of scents reaches my nostrils. I freeze; something is wrong, very wrong about that place. "What's wrong Kyo?" asked Allen, seeing me stop, head raised, nostrils flared. "I smell something?" "What…" "Seed…" I hiss, instincts starting to kick in as I take a firmer stance on the bare rock "Seed… and musk…; this place has been marked recently." "For once your horniness might be useful." "I'll do like I hadn't heard that." I grunt, focusing all my senses on the musk addled air. "Any other details?" "Hold on…. There were… three… no… four males here… a few hours ago." "Is Tarken among them?" "I don't know… the other scent are covering everything… and it's triggering my instincts god damn it." I growl, feeling a hot squirt of urine splatter on the floor, adding my scent to the mix. "Let's see what this cave has to offer." grumbles Allen, whispering a short incantation. A glowing sphere materialize in his palm, projecting blue light on the shadows. The place is; as I suspected empty. "There is nothing here!" Shouts Allen. "What wicked trick the Watcher has for us now?" he huffs, enlightening the walls with his enhanced light "do you see anything else Kyo?" "No… the trail stops here… hold on…."

I've noticed a detail, a tiny, almost invisible detail when Allen sets his glowing orb on a small crack in a whole. The tiny crack seemed blurry, hovering like in a deformed glass. "Allen behind me!" I order "and light's out."

The cave is plunged in darkness as Allen hides behind a hindleg. My brain is dazed again, my head feeling fuzzy. Before me my sight shifts, turning once again dark. I tremble, losing all awareness for a brief second. When I open my eyes again the world feels like moving around me, worms crawling behind the walls, purplish rivulets flowing endlessly forming an invisible cobweb beneath the earth. The rock itself is shifting around me, like master had lost its solid properties, turning gooey instead. Just to make sure I look behind me; the outside is blinding, a white light at the end of a shrinking tunnel. However another source of light seems to ignite the shadows, clearing a path in the darkness, purifying everything that stands in its way. My eyes slowly dare to turn toward that blind light, discovering a humanoid shaped being all made of white, from the tip of his toes to the spikes of his hairs, even his sword is emitting that very same pure glow. Finally I look at myself; always the same thing, like everything changes except me. I see a piece of silver, shiny and fancy, yet surrounded in dark serpent slithering their way deep below the silver, turning it several hues darker before it starts to shine again. I never understood why I'd see myself like this and Kaos never gave me a suitable explanation for this. "What do you see Kyo?"

That's right… the mission… crap I forgot. I point my all revealing gaze forward, nothing escaping my look. Before me stands a large thick ever changing wall. It's surface isn't slick, neither rocky or anything else; it just stands here, made of nothingness. No… not nothingness, dark energy hidden among the darkness of that place. Behind the veil I can distinguish outlines but blurred by some sort of disturbance. "I found you… hidden as always." I snigger, my own voice sounding alien to my ears.

From… apparently nowhere, a whisper on the wind or barely more at best, a voice start to mumbles the words to my hear. It's not familiar at all yet I feel like I know it… like I ever knew it. The words it spoke sound ancient, forbidden. I shiver at the idea of their hidden meaning but I know it's the only way around that wall. Slowly I start to whisper the very same words, the syllables forming clear and intelligible on my tongue, harsh, full of hisses and guttural throaty sounds. I feel the flow, the torrent of energy rising inside of me, boiling hot like lava; a mighty thunderstorm of darkness about to burst, cleansing everything in its wicked path. Finally the last words slithers out of my throat like a snake as the wall before me began to fall, tiny cracks appearing and spreading at light speed as the magic fled. The enhanced barrier collapsed upon itself, unveiling several shadows made of the same pure darkness. In the back ground I detect a slight difference; a trembling white glow; like the flickering light of a candle in the tempest. Around the small form another is wrapped, made of darkness, almost drowning the other as it coils arund him protectively, coiling and uncoiling at a rhythmic pace, darting it's inexistent eyes at me like it was trying to intimidate me.

In the middle of all these creepy forms eaten by the corruption is another one, bright in the dark, coated in a warm green aura. Tarken.

The sight shifts again, the world banks as the cave seems to leak, to melt and remold itself around me. "My my… I didn't expect you to find out by yourself so fast… neither did I know you had some knowledges of our language." says the voice of the watcher, talking in that weird speech I… actually seem to understand rather well. "You impress me Kyo. You should join us… you’d make such a good element in our army."

"Shut up and give me back my mate." I his, speaking in that same language without noticing, spitting words like curses. It feels like pure venom is slipping between my lips with each sentence. "As you can see… he is here so… do you agree to my deal and… will actually give me what I want?"

"No…" "What!" "First I want to see him… to see if he is alive and healthy. This is my condition." I hiss, imposing myself. "Fine… but be quick."

I bow my head slightly and in the rather cramped space, with my wings folded and neck hanging low I reach out for my mate. He is lying on his back, unconscious, breathing slowly but steadily. A inch closer and… argh… WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!

I stumble backward, snarling, rumbling, the fire of hate burning in my flesh as a strong stench assaults my nostrils. "What have you done to him?!"

I feel like I could lose all control in the matter of an instant. "Hey it’s not me; it happened while I was negotiating with you. If you have any retaliation to achieve it's with these three there." Once again my eyes cross the three drakes hidden in the back of the cavern. The center one… the one with that weird shadow hovering around him looks petrified by fear, maws gaping, eyes almost jumping out of his face, ready to run at the first opportunity. Even the two other (these two were actually demons) seems to ponder the eventuality of just running away.

I remember a slight detail when I first saw them: they weren't exactly black, more tending to grey, more or less neutral.

"Maybe… maybe I can take advantage ug this." I think, analyzing the situation. "Do you have a plan Kyo?" "Perhaps… just stick to me."

"I have… another proposition that will… satisfy us both." I say with the most calm and honeyed tone I can. "What do you have to offer?" "First let me tell you… what I want." "I'm listening." "You give me back my mate and let me have it my way with these three… disobedient puppets of yours. They deserve a good punishment after all don't you think?" "Agreed. But what do I get?" "What you've been craving for so long." I purr enticingly. "That's not enough add something and maybe we'll be good." "You get… me."

I see that wicked smile, victorious, triumphant, spreading across his face, unfolding an awkward mix of fangs and human teeth. "Deal." "Nice… I'll take my revenge first… then we will do the deal."

"Perfect… have fun."

I walk around Tarken, making sure to not step on him since he is blocking half of the way. The three guilty drakes start to walk backward, staring at me in terror, their pleading eyes begging for mercy. However the one on the right seems a bit wilder, ready to jump to my throat if needed. I throw quick glances at the walls and ceiling, hoping for a clue, a helpful sign. I notice a series of cracks and gaps in the rock. That particular area seems embrittled. "Allen." I call, using the mental link as I step toward the three drakes almost wetting themselves in pure, rawest fear. "Yep." "Remember the day we met how you saved me?" "Yes." "I want you to do exactly the same at my signal, aim for the wall… precisely here." I order, sending him detailed pictures of the wall. "I'm on it." "Just wait for my call."

Finally I'm face to face with these three brats, three kiddos terrified and regretful. I honestly cannot hold my desire to crush them… but I'd rather crush the watcher first. "Sir… we… we're sorry we…" tries the one on the left, looking almost adorable and innocent. "We… we just sought relief…" add the one on the left, sounding slightly less convincing. "And to have some fun." finished the middle one; honest to the depth of his soul. I settle down, breathing slowly. "Stay out of this… it's gonna get nasty soon." I whisper, too low to be heard by the others. "Why… why sparing us?" winced the center one. "You're just kids… I don't even get why you're hear so get away… and never dare to look back you hear me. And also you…" "Yes I know…" he grunts boldly "I… apologize for… misleading you."

These words of excuses seems to be an impossible trial for him to succeed in. "For that reason… you'll get to pay." I hiss. „"Deal." he whispers. "But… why… we're… we're demons?" ask the left one, obviously surprised and lost. "I don't harm children." "But we could…" he replied. "Stab you in the back." added the middle one with a vicious smirk. "And take the prize for us." Hissed the last one. I give each a past that, just for acting sake looks more like a punishing slap. I listen to their weak squeaks. "We won't." They whined, teary eyes staring at me in full of promises looks. "So… stay out of combat." "We can't… if we don't… we'll get killed." "We'll… try not to touch you." "But we will attack from afar." "Good… good…. Now… just for acting sake." I growl, lifting a clawed paw high "I'm sorry." "Go ahead… I'm tougher than I look." the right one huffs provokingly. "We'll see about that."

In an earsplitting shriek my paw crashes on top of the younger drake, bones crackling, blood spewing from large gashes as my claws dig into his flesh. In an instant I turn back and give the other the same swipe, the blow so strong it sends him into the wall. Re gets up, dazed, tongue lolling out, a stream of blood and teeth spurting from his destroyed mouth. I prepare for another blow on the last one standing, my claws cutting through the air swiftly before briskly stopping a mere inch away from his face.

He stands here, on shaky limbs, head lowered submissively, actually crying and whimpering, pleading incoherent words. I give his tear soaked cheek a gentle rub and turn around. "Actually… I think they are not the one to blame. I guess you ordered it." I growl, darting an accusing look on the watcher.

"What! How dare you! I may be a demon and a trickster master but I'm a man of word when it comes to deals. I haven't ordered them anything!" "Prove it!" "It's simple they are not my puppets so they don't obey to my orders." "So who?!" "Him… he is the leader." he points a steel covered finger toward one of the three young demons, the only one in sight to be more precise. "Impossible. Otherwise he would make for a mediocre chief." "We cannot agree more on that point." "Silence… the deal is over."

The watcher's face darkens, his smile vanishing, replaced by a twisted grimace as his only valid eye throws angry lightning in my direction. The other points a weird but deadly looking pistol on my head.

"You shouldn't have refused… you're path ends here dragon." he hisses, slowly pulling out two long blades. "Allen now!"

A word breaks the silence, full of magic as a blue form appears in his raised hand, taking shape in a flash of magic fueled light. When the glow has vanished a large bow stands in his experts hands, the rope already pulled back, an arrow shining, ready to be shot. "Oh no not again!" sighs the watcher, adopting a look of evidence and weariness on his face.

"Surprise asshole! That one is for Kyle!" roared Allen in answer, shooting precisely.

Thee arth shakes as light illuminates us all, dust filling the a^,r, boulder falling everywhere as the entire mountains seems on the brink of collapsing on top of our head.

I cough, blinded by dust. "Are you alright Allen?" "I'm fine *cough cough*. Was a nice shot wasn’t it?” “You bet… you probably blew them all up after that!" I chirp happily.

In the dark a green light shines, followed by another one. "Oh fuck!" I gasp.

A projectile missed my head, brushing with my armor, digging a little hole in the wall behind me. "What the heck is this?!"

The air seems to become thicker as some sort of smoke fipls it. I cough, choking on that stale air. "What the… *cough* hell is that." I feel dizzy, suffocating. "Stop breathing its toxic!" shouted one of the three young demons. "Traitor!" roared a voice from beyond the grave.

In a flash a metallic outline pops before me but not aimed at me. A detonation rang in the cave. A loud scream echoes in the distance as the shot hits its target. "You bastard! " roared another voice in answer. From the darkness leaped a nightmarish creature, all in claws and fangs, striking with deadly precision; fangs enclosing around the arm holding the guy, ripping flesh or whatever it was. The creature holding the guy vanishes as the other falls on all four. "My goodness!" I gasp, discovering one of those I thought as children was in reality a true beast gifted with a sleek muscular body fitted with huge claws and fangs made to rip everything apart, cut through flesh with ease, shatter bones and leave only dead corps behind. His eyes were a blazing fire of rage as his maws dripped with gooey spit. I could feel the power radiate from him, waiting to be unleashed. "Tormis calm down I'm fine!" yelled the one hit by the gun wielder. I saw the other one enter my peripheral sight, a tiny hole in his flank. "Stay calm man… I'm alright. Remember his bullets cannot kill us." "Sorry… I… I… lost my nerves again… I… I can't bear the idea of losing you." "It's fine; it's my fault anyway. I should have held my tongue."

"Hey dumb ass why did you shot down my friend!?" "He betrayed us." grumbled a deep low voice. "Idiot! He was talking to me! You were suffocating me as well." "A minor collateral damage!" "Whatever. Next time try not to kill us all ok!?"

This time I felt the canon aimed at me, the next bullet ready to be fired. I jumped aside, my head bouncing on the irregular roof as the bullet missed me. I had no time to catch my breath as a purplish fireball ignited as it exploded on the ground. "Holy shit!" I gasp, dodging a second fiery projectile. However their aim is poor and most of them miss me; they just offer me bursts of light; just enough allowing me to see. The few which manage to actually score a hit only heat up my scales.

The only real threat is that guy with a gun.

I keep slaloming in a swarm of fiery balls, throwing worried looks around, trying to locate both Allen and Tarken but I can't find neither of them. I'm alone in this battle… so let's give that guy a good fight.

I dodge another salve of projectiles and other attacks; still looking for that weird guy with a gun. Soon I get an answer; a volley of bullets rain around me. "How can a pistol shoot that fast!?"

I find shelter behind a rock but even that doesn't seem to be tough enough to stop him; not for long at least.

I try to look for an escape but the constant firing doesn't help focusing. I try to fight back, shooting a few flames here and there but with close to no result. Finally a large portion of the roof fell down to the ground in a cloud of dust at the exact spot where that bastard was. "I hope that killed it."

"You won't get rid of me so easily." speaks that bone chilling voice. I see a green light right before my eyes. "Death awaits you dragon… like all those who dare to stand before me."

The pistol has grown, looking more like a creature busting from his blighted arm as a large projectile burst free between the rows of fangs. I manage to dodge it; the thing finishing its course where I was a second ago, blowing the boulder to pieces. I have no time to breathe as another one flies in my direction. I avoid the blow, then another, and another. My eyes are blurred by the heavy globes of sweat rolling on my face as I dodge attacks on attacks. The ruthless monster still trying to take me down. I cannot fight properly, the cavern is too cramped, too narrow for me to use my powers at their full potential. More fiery balls bounce on my armor, heating the metal up to the point where I'm starting to cook inside that protective shell. I Change target, swiping the three smaller opponents away. At least I've gotten rid of that pesky problem; now let's focus on the major threat. I charge my power, shooting a large lightning in his direction. His entire frame blows up, turning to nothingness. "Yes… and one tased demon one!"

My victorious smile soon fades as the smoke gathers and reshape around the gun that fell to the ground. "You'll need more than that to get rid of me dragon."

"How… hoi is that… even possible." He doesn't leave me the opportunity to think about it, already unleashing another burst of bullets on me. They all miss or bounce on the armor but I feel the metal plates slowly giving way, every shot deflected leaving a mark on the slick surface, weakening the particular section. I must attack, I must defeat that guy before he manages to land an actual shot on me. I leap forward all claws out, a few bullets ricocheting on my shoulder plates as my razor sharp claws lash out for him, only encountering once again nothingness. I keep furiously lacerating that smoke, pulling it apart as best as I can. I stop, panting, trembling from the constant shot of adrenaline in my body and brain. Before my eyes he reforms again. "You're a tough one… I'll give you that… but try to survive this!" I shout, throwing a blazing stream of blue fire in his direction, the scorching flames, channeled by the cave tight environment even more concentrated than ever. My energy fleas, melting in a matter of second. I stop, digging in my reserves. My ^paws weaken below me, my head fuzzy, my sight hazy. I just came to realize how exhausted I truly am.

All the events of the day left me exhausted, all my energy wasted to fly to that cave, rage and heal. I feel so pathetic as I scramble back in a weakened state, barely able to keeping a good defense. In the cone of flames before me everything has been scorched; the acrid scent of fire irritating my throat with each breath through the smoke it left hanging in the saturated air. I stare desperately as the creatures reappear. "Mediocre." it grunts. I jump on him, this time focusing energy in my claws as I deliver the first of many blows, my claws oozing with pure energy as they shift, elongating and sharpening. This time I feel like actually hitting something hard. I've touched him. I strike again, my claws slashing, my tail whipping, my jaws snapping, for the first time hitting a solid thing. I only wish for the flavor of his blood to fill my maws as he would perish under my blows.

I take a step back, observing my work. I gasp in utter disbelief, astonished. He is still standing firmly on the ground, perfectly healthy, not even a scratch. "No way… it can't be…!" "Your attempts are pathetic and futile dragon you will not kill me, neither harm me." "I won's stop until I've found a way!" I roar, preparing for another strike with the energy of despair.

"Foolish." he lets out as a tide of pure energy sends me flying backward, my head slamming in the rock as I roughly land on my back. I stay here, hanging limply at the brink of unconsciousness. That blow… it felt like being hit by a thousand fist at the same time. My armor has been pressed, squeezing my rib cage painfully, applying a tight steel grip over my chest, forcing me to take short breathes. "You will not hurt me because I cannot be damaged." "No one is immortal." I spit, choking on every word. "I will find your weakness." "There is no weakness because I am actually invincible." "Nonsenses." "You've seen by yourself; whatever you try, whatever the might of your attacks I still come back because I AM ETERNAL and I SHALL NOT BE DESTROYED." "Stop pretending." "Watch and learn." he answers, pointing his gun at his own head and without a hint of doubt pressing the trigger. His head blows in a puff a smoke but still his voice raises. "Look, I've been melted, shattered, scattered, shot, cut in half but still I'm here because my existence is forever… compared to your pathetic life which will soon end." "I'll never stop… haunting you…" I grunt, trying to bget up. "Don't try to intimidate me… I am the haunting one here. Now prepare to die dragon."

I see the black hole of the canon a mere inch away from my face, still hot after all these shots fired. I curse that wicked weapon, that encounter, that deal, that day, that fucking world for letting me die like this.

I close my eyes, not brave enough to watch death as it harvests my soul. "Kyo what are you doing!? Don't stop! It's not over." yells Kaos, trying to shake my renouncing mind. "What can I do… that guy is… immortal." "He is not… his weakness… it's his weapon; it's the source of his powers." "I'm weak… I have no energy left." "Then take some of mine." "No way! I'm not letting that vile corrupting essence of yours in my vein." "You already did today with… quite impressive results."

"Then… if you think that's the only way out."

I let the forbidden, long feared energy invade my body, turning everything to pure darkness.

I need no time to strike, aiming for the gun. This time it's a direct hit; the guy stutters, his form loosing composure as the green light flickers. "Nice try… but still too weak."

I howl in pure despair, not even that cursed power couldn't save me from my fate. The road… would actually ^end here, in that cave, to the hand of a demon. I give a last look around, searching for Tarken. Instead I find a patch of color, an unnatural red shining bright in the dark.

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Meanwhile

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Allen:

I did it! I did it again! Fuck yeah I definitely love blowing shit up. Now I understand why Kyle found it so fun. The sensation is exhilarating as I observe the cave fill with dust and smoke. My hand trembles on the bow as I lower it down. Now the real fun can begin. I take a step forward, another arrow popping on the bow, ready to be fired as my other hand secures the hilt of my sword in my other free hand. That enhanced bow is such a blessing, the string enhanced to be pulled magically on a simple mental command. However the downside is that it consumes a tone of magic for each arrow and an even greater amount when I wish for a better, more complex type of arrow like the explosive one I just used. I take a step back, fearing the sound of gunfire and screams of pain. "Oh no… Kyo!" I scream, ready to jump in battle. Cursed dust I can't even see my hands. I notice a detail, I feel no pain coming from Kyo, he hasn't been hit at all. Maybe he can take on that demon alone. In the clouds of dust I see shrines of light bursting, igniting and vanishing in an instant, giving the deep cave a purplish worrying glow. The smell of fire and gun powder fills the air as the fight goes on. "Kyo are you there!?" I yell, my voice barely covering the gunfight sounds. A light hiss, a fabric ruistling, a shadow diving from a dark corner. I roll to the ground, dodging the blow as blades shine in the dark, missing their target. "Close call." I grunt, jumping back on my feet yet the attacker is gone, vanished in the ever moving clouds of thick dust. Around me the rock cracks, weakened; barely keeping as an all.

It's only a matter of second before that entire place collapse. I give my surroundings a circular look. Nothing in sight. I cannot find a damn thing, neither Kyo, or even Tarken, even Kyle was nowhere to be found. "Hang on guys… I'm coming for you."

I take my bow in one hand, the arrow glowing brightly, acting as a lamp. Finally I find him; Kyle, attached to the wall, head flopping limply on the side. I lower my bow, running in his direction. "Hang on bro… I'm getting you down." I whisper, analyzing the magical bindings. Once again I catch a feeble sound, a shift in the wind. I jump aside, a blade stabbing the wall by my side, leaving a deep mark in the rock. I roll again, avoiding a second swipe of a second blade. I fire my arrow. A blinding light illuminating the darkness in front of me. "Argh!" screams a voice, the two blades retreating.

I get on my feet, pulling my sword and charging forward. I stand, my sword pointed at my opponent. My blade only glides on another metallic surface in a shower of sparkles. I stumble forward, the broad side of the sword hitting my back, sending me face first in the harsh ground. "Nice try Allen… but you'll need more than these pathetic tricks to hit me. You've already blown me up once, twice; it won't work a third time!" “Too bad that’s really fun.” I reply; provoking that already mad demon.

I stand upright again, slightly dazed, spitting da bit of dust. For the first time I get to see the watcher from up close and it's a sight to behold trust me. His traits are twisted by an evil grin. "Let's see what you've got." he growls, adopting an offensive stance. I gasp, discovering the two blade he wields, one in each hand, a long straight one, slightly curved toward the tip with only one sharp edge; the other edge serrated, sharpened as well but obviously fitted to inflict bad wounds at a very close range more than to be used in raw fighting. The other blade is shorter, having the same general shape and forms as the other. Crap; I'm in a bad position; he has much more weapon than me.

I analyze my situation; I have more range with my long sword but he has the advantage in speed and his use of that demon magic will prove handy in the fight to come. However my armor is thicker, heavier of course but it can't withstand his attack better than his lighter armor can.

We circle around each other, assuring our grip on the sword's handle, looking for an opportunity to strike. I am the first to attack, striking vertically, aiming for his head. The sword bounces hardly on his blade as the attack is deviated; the impact shaking my whole frame. He used the opportunity to strike back, his shorter blade stabbing my right flank without causing much damage, the armor plate taking the blow for me. We separate for a brief second, panting slightly. We roar in rage, going head first in the battle, our sword colliding, each of us putting all his strength to overwhelm the other. We separate, doing assaults on assaults, dodging, striking, and taking a few blows but none of us managing to take the advantage. Another blow, another powerful impact as our sword seems to shine as we put all our energy in that last blow. We stagger back, our swords feeling heavy in our hands. "You fight well… better than your father at least." he spits, wiping his face of the sweat and blood staining it. "How dare you talk about him?! He was a righteous man… not like you!" "Righteousness made him weak… too weak to put up a fight against me. I guess the grave was his destiny." "Silence! And since you seem to believe in destiny I’ll make sure you follow the same fate.” “Oh really? How are you gonna do that kiddo?” “I'll rip you apart!"

I run toward him, sword held with both hands, rage boiling in my veins. I jump upon reaching him, slamming my sword down. Once again he blocks it, yet he staggers back, lowering his stance a bit as I keep pressing down on him as he takes a step back. I feel my sword getting heavier, not in a bad way, applying more force on his weakening guard as he crumbles under the might of the blow. My sword starts to glow, radiating a pulsating golden light as it pushes further in his sword barrier. With a loud huff he finally let the blow connects, my sword scoring the first actual blow of the duel. Yet no blood spews out from a deep wound; neither is his body cut in half like I internally wished. He is just sent flying backward, blooming energy shoving him away with a humongous force. I watch him thrown away, mouth open on a silent gasp as a row of teeth spills out in a surge of blood. I take one step but it feels like I'm traveling through space at light speed. In an instant I'm near him and now it's like time is slowing down as he is almost suspended in the air, staring at me in actual fear. This time I am the one to smile as I strike again, his body quaking under the blow as it struck him in the chest, another blow, his shorter sword flies away. Suddenly time unfreezes and he vanished, thrown in the wall with such force I wonder if he hasn't pierced the whole mountain. The earth quakes beneath my feet as I stop, observing my work with pride and satisfaction glinting in my eyes.

In a puff of smoke he reappears, crouching, using his sword as a crutch to sustain him.

"I have to admit… that… took me by surprise." he grunts, getting up again, his face covered of bruises and gashes "but you'll need more than that to beat me."

His free hand raises, a lightning bursting from the open palm, striking my blade ´right in the middle. I withstand the attack, my feet gliding on the rock. In an instant he is on me, striking fast and swift, forcing me to back away under the rapid and vicious strikes. Now to the sound of swords clashing adds the deep rumbling of channeled magic ready to be unleashed. Blow after blow I walk back, feeling tired after the violent surge of power that left me weakened and utterly surprised indeed. Finally I let go of my sword, a blow striking my wrist. The blade tinkles as it hits the floor. With no weapon I have no choice but to dodge. I try a spell, I miss. Another, missed again. A third, this time it connects, stopping him in his assaults as a concussion blast hits him right in the chest. I leap forward, hands extended for my sword. Instead my fingers encloses on nothingness as a lightning struck me in the belly; my metallic armor channeling the attack, increasing it's already fearsome power. I'm sent back straight into a wall. My eyes flushed with sparkles as my body convulsed. I fall limply, barely conscious. "It was a nice fight honestly but like your father you're weak, pathetic, and incapable of unleashing your true power.

He grabs me by the neck, forcing me to stand up, exposing my unprotected throat to his blade. I feel the hard, cold contact of steel as the serrated edge of the sword is pressed against my Adam apple. "I'll grant you with the fate you deserve… death."

I gulp down heavily, feeling the blade starting to cut through my skin. Ks I expected that's the true purpose of that part of the sword, executions.

I close my eyes, not trembling, not terrified, awaiting the killing blow, simply hoping that Kyo is doing alright.

………

At the exact same time

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Kyo:

This is it… the end of the road for me; I can already see the gates of the afterworld opening before me. Or perhaps it's the gateway to the purgatory, to that hellish land of endless suffering for those who chose the wrong path. I'm gonna get shot down, no matter what happen, my fate is sealed, I can feel it.

Sorrows cripple my heart.

"I'm sorry Tarken… I couldn't save you." I whimper.

A sting, a surge of suffering, a voice, like a bell ringing in my head. An alarm, a call. "Allen…" I gasp, realizing that behind, in the elusive clouds of dust and fumes stands the Watcher, holding Allen in a submissive pose, a sword on the throat, ready to deliver the killing blow. "Exact Kyo… you lost." he hisses triumphantly "your attempt was futile. You should have accept my offer when it was time. Now you'll perish… and your rider with you."

I lower my head. "I'm sorry Allen. I'm sorry I dragged you in this." I whimper, not daring to cross his gaze. "Don't be… at least we tried."

"Look at this… how cute it is. Moreover I'll offer you… one last chance. Kyo… give me what I want and I may spare your life. After all the only reason why you're involved is because of that thing you keep holding on to or… who keeps holding to you so give it to me, let me free you of that burden." "And if we refuse?" "They I'll take your life… after all… that link between you is dooming you at the instant one of you dies and I'll have no problem recovering that elusive creature sticking to your scales."

I hesitate. "And for my mate? What will be his fate if I accept?" "He'll be spared as well you have my word."

I catch a new glimpse of red, lightening a hooded figure in a low red halo. It raises a finger, pressing it against his lips in a sign of staying quiet. "And what after?" I growl, demons cannot be trusted, who tells me you will not backstab us at the exact moment we finish that deal." Like I said I'm a man of word… you'll have nothing to fear from me. You are just… minor obstacles in our way."

I let out a deep rumble. "Fine… I accept." I deeply sigh submissively. "A wise choice."

His grip on Allen is slightly released. At that exact second the phantom hooded person shows up, basked in a light blue glow. "Ordan watch out behind you!" yelled a voice behind me. The watcher tighten his grip on his blade, looking back. His face instantly lose all color, turning a creamy white as his eye widens in surprise. "What the…" "Freeze!" hisses the voice.

The watcher let out a silent gasp as a blade penetrates through his chest, piercing through everything with ease and bursting on the other side.

From the blade a thin layer of glass sprays, freezing him in a split second. "Noooooooooooooooo!" keeps screaming the voice coming from behind. I throw it a quick look, one of the demon is screaming in despair while the others watch helplessly. As the watcher is entirely covered of ice, turned to a lifeless statue of panic the dragon goes through the same treatment. "What the… how is that even possible!" I squeak. Suddenly I understand. "A… a bond… these two are actually bonded."

The pistol pointed at my head, applying a tad bit of pressure is instead pointed at the newly arrived one. I stare, like all the other as the unknown dude circles around the frozen demon. "You know what then say." he started, staring at the ice block like it would answer. "Never two without three." as he ends his sentence his fist is surrounded by a blackish glow. With rage and strength he slams it in the ice. She surface crackles, and breaks, blowing in a million of tiny shards. I tremble slightly, grossed out by that death. It's such a horrible way to die. Next to me I hear the sound of a corps violently falling to the ground. The dragon lays there, knocked out, maybe, probably dead; all his muscles relaxed, his tongue flopping lazily out of his gaping mouth.

The guy holds a long wooded shaft "So… who's next?" asks the guy, a long wooden staff with glowing gems on each extremity, pulsating slightly with a warm light. The gunslinger leaps on him, firing madly the guy blocking or dodging all incoming attacks with an amazing ease, cutting bullets in half they were slow arrows or spears. His staff not even taking a single scratch.

Once the creature is upon him he dashes aside, letting it miss it's attack then striking back, blades materializing along the staff as he grabs it by the center. I watch in amazement as the very first strikes connect, cutting the creature's free arm clean. "How did he do that?" I gasp. "His blades are made of pure energy. A good spell caster doubled of a great fighter can find the good energy frequency to match that guy's and deal some actual damages." explained Kaos, relief and joy transpiring in his chirps. "Who can do such a thing?" "Guess… a spell caster, fighter, invoker, with skills beyond imagination and powers that made evens almighty beings hide." "You mean… that guy… Owen?" "Indeed." "Did you ask?" "No… I wouldn't dare… but I'm glad to see him here… for once."

We observe in silence the fight unfolding before our very eyes. The two seem to be of equal force, battling with all their might, attacks mixing in a strange spectacle. In the pitch dark cave we can only see the dancing lights of their respective weapons delivering blow on blow with restless might, relentlessly hitting each other yet the demon would reform back to its original shape after each strike, even after being cut in half. "That guy is truly unbeatable." "Don't let yourself fooled by appearance and watch."

Once again my sight shifts, turns to a blur. Before me now stands two outlines one greyish, like troubled, crossed by a constant flow of pure mana while being totally unidentified. The other wears the classic marks of a demon, made of a pure darkness, elusive and deadly yet… something is different. The gun he carries is like a living being of its own, feeding the demonic being with a torrent of an energy of its own. "That gun is alive?" "Yes… it's one of many ancient artefacts that grant it's user with unimaginable powers but most of them are only pranks, lures for those seeking power and once they've gotten a hold on the artefact the objects reveals itself and takes control of the user. What Owen stole to us was the most powerful and unstable of these ancient artefacts yet he managed to master it." "Impressive but shouldn't we giving him a hand?" "Your attacks won't hurt him Kyo, they'll just go through him. You don't have the skill required to take on that guy." "I'm not dumb Kaos; I just want to distract him." "Could work… but be careful, your attacks could have… unwanted side effects." "I know… I'll try to aim well."

I observe the two fighter, analyzing their every move, trying to guess their next move. It takes time, the fight is hieratical and messy, intensifying with each passing seconds, spells and strikes flowing through out the cave. Owen keeps striking with all his might, stabbing and slashing the demon again and again, tearing him apart with each subsequent blow yet the creature keeps coming back, stronger than ever, unleashing a torrent of surgically placed bullet, forcing the human to back away, dodge, roll on the side or simply adopt a more defensive posture. Finally, after a long tensed minute of witnessing that battle without doing a damn thing I find what I was looking for: an opening. "Here we go… wish me luck." "You don't need it."

I focus all my remaining power on the demon, that vile everlasting creature reviving again and again, cheating death with a wave of the hand. A beam of pure energy burst from my mouth, powerful, overflowing with mighty energy. The beast barely has time to turn his gaze in my direction that the beam has struck him right in the face, engulfing him in a tide of blue light. His body stands in the flow, resisting, repealing; deviating my attack. Yet slowly his frame fades, wiped away, shattered to tiny bits and pieces erased of reality.

It has all lasted a mere second but where he stood now only a glowing, pounding gun remains. I feel dazed, my vision blurred, my head fuzzy, my body crept with weakness but I'm still standing, panting yet smiling, pride warming my blood and heart. "I did it…" I whisper, trembling in relieve to know that filthy creature is gone. "Nice job Kyo that was actually a really nice move. I think you erased that guy of the plan of reality." he greeted me "now let's take care of that cursed item."

He steps forward, a glyph appearing over his hand as the energy oozing weapon is lifted from the ground and held in mid air, the same dark glyph covering it. "What are you gonna do of this?" I ask, worried. "Put it back where it belong, in place where no one can reach it." "I approve that idea." I whisper in time with Kaos. However I start to notice a weird detail, my instincts going nuts again as the air fills with tiny particles overflowing vile darkness. Slowly they reshape, wrapping around the gun as the spell is broken. "Oh come on… don't tell me he managed to regenerate after that." "Apparently he did."

Before our amazed eyes he is reborn again, his eyes glowing brightly of a mad, angry glow. "Kyo do you think you could do that again?" "No… I'm spent." I gasp, backing away as the beast's gaze fixates upon me. As that exact second, coming from the cave's entrance, a large glowing sphere appear, traveling faster than any creature can react. The hit lanes, the demon freezing before imploding, blown apart. "Nice shot Voire!"

Only a grunt and a snort answers to him. "Don't cry victory yet we're far from done." warns Kaos, pointing a finger at the reforming frame. "Not again." complains Owen, a pissed off and tired look on his face as he looks toward the ceiling.

A pure energy waves knock us all back, shaking the entire mountain. Before us flies the demon in the confined space, levitating over the ground, his gun having grown the size of a rocket launcher and looking like an actual monstrous maws attached to his arm. For the first time he seems physical, made of actual flesh and bones. "DEATH AWAITS YOU ALL!!!" he roars, energy waving around him. I realize two voices have spoken, merged together and the fanged maw attached to his arm, replacing his hand had its lips moving. "Oh crap… that's gonna hurt." winces Kaos. "Yes that's it… come at me… show me what you've got´," grunts Owen, a long black chain slithering between his hands, wrapping around his wrist; long blades igniting with a white glow, like a fire burning on every inch of steel. "Kyo… are you ready to witness the true power of these ancients artefact?" asks Kaos, both impatient; excited like a child and scared, curling upon himself in fear.

Before us the two fighter stands, ready to attack. The demon is the first to strike, firing a volley of large enhanced or rather cursed projectiles, flying straight for Owen. All hits land, triggering a large explosion. "Oh no…" I whimper. "there's no way he can have survived that." gasps Kaos. As the smoke dissipates I notice a light shift, like magic tingling in the air. "Wait…" I whisper, hope glinting in my eyes. Finally, a large bubble reveals itself to us, translucent, pounding w^,th energy as Owen stands upright right in the middle of it." "No way…" I mumble "He took the blow."

"RAWR! You're struggles are useless human. LET DEATH CLAIM YOUR SOUL!" "Only in your dreams." he spit, taunting the demon even more. "Pathetic creature! I'll show you no mercy!" "I'm still waiting for your true power."

Another row of oversized bullets rain on him, his protective bubble withstanding the many blows. "That's what I call a tough nut to crack." I whisper "I'd love to have such power." "Maybe you already have it…"

That wasn't actually a spoken sentence, just a few words leaking from Kaos mind. "What did you say?" "Me… nothing…" he gasps, turning a bright red.

I have no time to ask any further question, the ball protecting Owen finally breaks, not without sending a concussive wave in a wide perimeter, forcing the demon to stop his attack. "Is that all you've got? I'm… very disappointed. Maybe I should show you what true power is."

A wide circle appear on the ground right below the demon's feet, a thousand of shadowy hands, clawed, hungry lashing out from the bare rock, latching to the demon's feet and legs, dragging him down. The chain like a snake slither toward the immobilized demon, coiling, wrapping and tightening around the demon, finally managing to tear through actual flesh. The creature let's out a bone chilling cry of pain, struggling against tee chain as his mutated arm is enclosed in layers of steel, the long blade ending it stabbing the limb.. The other extremity, still attached to Owen's own hand, looking more like a scythe blades start to shine, a red glow spreading throughout the chainmail’s. The demon screams got a pitch louder, the chain glowing a blazing red as it seems to dig in the monstrous creature. However tiny smoke-made worms start to slither away unnoticed. "There is no escape this time demon! You're going down!!" "I shall not be destroyed! I shall never be destroyed. This death is only temporary; My existence is forever!" "We shall see about that." rumbled Owen, stabbing the creature in the chest. "Shall I remind you of the forbidden power of that weapon; it has the ability to absorb the dead's soul." "Nooooooooo!" it howled as it started to fade, sucked in, collapsing upon itself as it looked like it was melting, turning to a thick goo the blade seemed to sip hungrily. I gasped, shocked, horrified "what a cruel fate… even for a demon."

I feel Kaos coiling tightly around me in some sort of mind cuddle, keeping me in a snuggly embrace. "Don't ever let that happen to me… to us." he squawk pitifully. "I don't know… I'd really enjoy get rid of you." "You don't mean it right?" "I do." "Still… mad at me?" "Indeed."

He shrink, hiding away, out of my grasp, becoming almost imperceptible. I stare s the demon finally vanish never to reaper again; only leaving an old rusty cursed gun lying in a pool of grey ashes. "Without a host you're nothing more than a trophy on a wall." he grunts, making a wide circle appear under the pistol, a hole opening where the thing fell. "Now no one will ever find you again." he spits as he seals the gate for good. He takes a deep breath, holstering his set of weaponry, the chain slithering around his waist. Is everyone alright?" he shouts, throwing the devastated cave a circular look. "I'm alright." grunts Allen, slowly getting up, using the wall as a support while massaging his throat "you really did save my ass you there… thank you." "It's nothing." "That Watcher guy saw nothing coming." "Hehe… I admit freezing him was fun." "You should have let me punch that ice block." "Hehe… sorry… I couldn't resist doing it myself." "I can understand that."

"Owen." I call, interrupting the exchange "you… you really… saved my life… again… I… I owe you a lot." "It's nothing I told you. Kicking demon ass is why I came, saving you was just a secondary objective." "I still owe you life… and that is what matters to me."

I lower my snout and softly nuzzle his cheek, blowing hot gust of air over his face. "Kyo it's nothing I told you. Thanks for the hug anyway… but you don't have too."

A deep growls fills my ears as a pair of deep blue eyes stare at me from the entrance. "I think someone want some greeting as well."

Tiny fragments fall from the roof, bouncing on my armor as they rain down, cracks extending on the rock as the earth growls and shake, urging us to leave. "I think we should get out of here first." suggest Allen, rushing to Kyle who has magically fell to the ground, his bindings having faded as soon as the Watcher disappeared. "Bright idea that place isn't gonna hold on long anyway so let's hurry."

Allen lifts Kyle from the ground, carrying him with great efforts but he crumbles under the added weight. Owen comes to his rescue, grabbing Kyle by the other side, lifting him completely of the ground. "Do you want a ride?" he offered, waving toward his awaiting dragon. "If you don't mind." "Let's go then." he huffs, grimacing as they head to the entrance as larger pieces of rock start to fall. "Go ahead… I'll take care of Tarken!" I shout, running to his side. He is still unconscious, snoring lightly. Instantly the heavy stench of urine and spunk assaults my nose, stirring my needs and instincts quite badly.

I feel the urge to wash away this brewage of filthy stench staining my mate and replace them by mine and mine only. A hot squirt of piss spurt from my slit, wetting his already soaked scales a bit more. "Kyo it’s no time for nasty plays!" "Sorry… that scent… it's overpowering me." "I know… I smell it as well but we have to focus and pull him out of here before this whole place collapse." “You can smell that? How do you do that you don’t have a nose? Or else it would totally go against my knowledges of dead!” shouted Owen from the entrance. “Shut up and help me carry him away.” Huffed Allen in reply; straining under the effort. “Sorry.” “Leave dragon things to dragons.” Added Kaos “So now shall we leave before we get to eat rocks for the rest of our lives?” "Agreed… but how do I carry him? I'm so spent and… *yawn* tired." "I'll give you the strength… and a helpful hand." he purrs, a rivulet of dark energy slithering its way in my guts, invigorating my dead tired muscles. "Wow… feels better already." "Great… now on the harder part."

Energy crackling around Tarken as he is lifted from the ground, levitating on a comfy looking cloud, snuggled in fluffy looking material. "Just fly straight." he advises.

"Excuse me… sir… Kyo…" called a voice behind me.

I froze, memories of these three childish demons rushing back to me. I look back in the direction of the high pitched voice, discovering them half hidden behind rocks. "Yes kiddos?" "Can we leave… with your permission of course?"

I smile, quite warmly to these scared faces. I have trouble imagining behind these soft traits of a younglings hides a creature drawn from its hiding by the stench of blood and the call of his master. "Of course you can." I answer, stepping out of the way with an inviting wave of the wing. Without asking their rests they rush toward it, stopping on the ledge, throwing a quick glance in my direction. They exchange a few words then one step in my direction, his paws shaking a bit harder with each step. His purplish eyes staring at me intensely, not deviating when I answer to his look with a smile. "We… we want you to know that we… we are thankful… and grateful to you… for sparing us." It's cute to see him try to look tough and bold when his voice keeps breaking and his frame shivering. My grin seems to terrify him. I extend a wing, inviting him to join me. He backs away, furiously shaking his head no. I insisted, opening my wing wider, repeating my invitation. He still refuses to come any closer. I reach out with a paw, grabbing him and, with a slight pressure pull him closer. He squeaked in fear, panicked as I envelop him in my wing membrane. He stops instantly, observing the blue membrane wrapped around his frame as his body basks in a delightful warmth judging from that look of glee on his face. Or perhaps my scent has just overpowered his senses, blowing his mind away with pure lust. He starts rubbing, purring, elated by that warmth seeping in his body. "Why… why are you doing this?" he moaned, enjoying the soft contact of my wing membrane. "You seemed cold… you were shivering; I'm just keeping you warm." "Thanks… it… it really feels nice… I mean it." "I'm glad you like it." "Why… why did you spare us?" "Because I don't hurt kids." "Even demons?"

I snort, rubbing his head gently. "Even demons…" I answer. "That's… kind of you. I mean… we could definitely have attacked you." "Would you?" I reply, staring in his fleeing purple irises with the same intensity. He lowers his gaze. "I frankly doubt you would attack bigger than you. Pranking and tricking… I wouldn't be surprise… but getting in an actual fight…" I don't have to finish my sentence to feel my words hitting a sensitive point. "I could be mad at you for… being a part of this… and doing what you did to my mate; by the way I'm sure he'll be very angry when he'll wake up." "I suppose." he mumbled, a blush warming his cheeks "But… why aren't you mad at us?" "Because you're just… no offense… puppets… obeying blindly to their master." "Actually… using your mate as our little… fuck toy was… our idea." "Really… you seem to have a very perverted mind in that case." "I'm not the only one." he purred, throwing a loving but helpless look to the others. "I see… I see…"

A loud cracking noise cut our discussion short. "Well… I think it's time to part way." he sighs, rubbing against my flank, his face showing a barely hidden expression of sadness and disappointment as he swiftly getting himself out of my tight embrace. "Just know that demons have their own value of things and… gratefulness is one of them. We shall not bother you again… you have my word."

He bows before me and, in a flap of wings takes flight, vanishing in the dark night sky right behind the two other. "I don't get why you let them go." grumbles Kaos, finally showing himself again. "These guys… they're so young… I… I can't bring myself to believe their as vile as that… Watcher and all his acolytes." "Sometime… darkness is even more vicious than you imagine and the most familiar, frendly face can turn into a cruel monster craving for blood." "Yes… but… they're so… young… they could actually be the age of my brother… in the tiny possibility that he could be… alive." "Kyo I know what you're thinking… but don't let these faint hopes fool you. I know it's bad and that it hurts but he is probably dead." "You're right… you're right" I whisper swallow my sobs "we should get going before we get buried alive.

I leap into the sky, the inanimate body of Tarken following closely, still floating by my side.

Allen isn't far; indeed they just landed in a nearby valley where a clear river slithers after a high waterfall pouring gallons of cold waters from the highest peaks.

"Let me examine him." offers Owen when I've landed safely. I let him do his things, examining every square centimeter of scale. "Beside a good headache, a really awkward stuffed feeling and a weird taste in his mouth he'll be fine. He has just been knocked out… and put to some use." "Good to know." I sigh, relieved by that good news. "However… judging by that wound on his neck and the fact that you have the same; don't try to lie I know it I can easily guess that you two had a pretty bad argument." "Personal business." I hiss. "I know and I respect that; you won't get any more question from me."

I stay on my guard, suspicious and really nervous.

"Although… I'd like you to confirm me something. Is that argument the initial cause of that mess?" "Yes… it is." "Younglings…. Whatever… at least we're all safe and that is what matters… and also that we gave these demons a good kick in the balls. We should do that more often." "If it implies beating them to the ground count me in!" answers Allen. I weakly nod, more bothered by other things. "Owen… how did you know we were here?" "I followed you silly." "Why?" "Well… this morning I came to your place just to learn you had left early in the morning, as did your… boyfriend? I just had to follow your trail. You see Kyo you have a really special; very particular energy signature that I can track down with ease." "Why were you looking for me?" "Not for you… I wanted to see Kaos." "Not that again!" complains that old demon. I wanted to talk to you; you owned me an explanation remember?" "Fuck off!" "He is right… we owe him that… after all he did." "Fine… but not today." growls Kaos, becoming silent like a tomb.

A muffed groan echoes through the silent night, forcing my gaze to drift down on my mate. He is shifting, moving in his sleep, his hazy eyes blinking open repeatedly, full of the haze of a deep slumber.

"I’ll let you two alone; apparently you need to talk."

"Thanks."

………

Tarken

Slowly, ever so slowly I open my eyes, my head throbbing in pain. I feel dizzy, my world spinning as fuzzy thoughts pop randomly in my head. I growl, trying to focus on something, whatever this is. Senses start to return to me; first my sense of taste. A weird flavor is filling my dry mouth, salty, sweet. I wiggle my tongue inside, the limp appendage flopping around lazily, bringing me new tastes to feast on. I catch a sourer hint, even bitter than the rest. It feels like… pee. I keep scavenging these weird tastes, soon identifying the thick, unmissable flavor of spent seed, sticky and gooey. I feel a surge of disgust as I spit that nasty mix out of my mouth, feeling now fully awake. "What the hell is that thing?!" I cough, choking on that mess stuffing my mouth and clogging my throat. "Take it easy." whispers a kind voice. The tone is soft like honey and reassuring. I look toward that sweet voice. My vision is still a blur but in the rather dark environment I manage to distinguish an outline, towering above me, glancing down at me with that same caring look. I try to hold still, detailing that shadow as its forms become more precise. I see a long neck covered of thick protective scales, long spikes protruding on the back, leading to a large dragon like head and snout also protected by armored plates. "Who… who are you?" I mumble, my sight still too blurry to distinguish that face precisely. "Tarken… you… you don't remember me? Damn the blow that knocked you out may have been more… violent… than I thought."

I focus my hardest on that voice, full of worries and fear. It's familiar, I know it, I'm sure of it. Bits by bits I recover the entirety of my vision, enjoying the gorgeous display of scales and armor plates forming a magnificent picture of a perfect beauty, a muscular, sleek form all dressed in slick steal gleaning bright in the dark. "Hello cutie…" I coo.

He backs away as a claw reach out to his craned neck. "Tarken… are you feeling ok?" "I've never felt so well." I keep glazing at him, making him feel uncomfortable with my constant staring. Finally our eyes cross; his are a deep blue, glinting slightly in the dark, his pupils widened, allowing him to see in the darkest night.

"Argh! *gasp* Kyo!" I shout, backing away in shock. "Finally!" he squeaked happily, burying his metal covered snout in mz chest. I tense, feeling an uncontrollable desire to just slam that face in the ground yet I do nothing, just observing in a heavy silence as he nuzzles and nudges my chest, sobbing silently. "I… I thought I had lost you forever." He whimper, his eyes full of salty tears glancing at me, like if he was checking if I was truly there. "But you already lost me." I want to spit to his face, feeling the wrong urge to break is remaining hopes, watch him cry in despair but I prefer to remain silent, not succumbing to that wicked desire and just let him hug me. "Where are we?" "In safety… I can assure you that." "And Kyle?" "Knocked out as well… Allen is already tending to his wounds you don't have to worry about him, he'll be back on his feet bold and eager to fight like always before you notice it..

"And… what happened to me?… to us?" "You don't remember? You were attacked by the Watcher and one of his… pesky minions… they tried to use you… to get to me." he whimpered, trembling from head to toe. "Yes… I… I think I remember. That's funny you know" I giggle "they tried to use me to get to you… when we're not mates anymore."

I have to admit that last taunt was bitchy. Even though Kyo didn't flinch the slightest. "Actually they knew about it… they knew all along." "Hmpf… apparently Alya was a good informer." "Stop accusing her! She is guilty of nothing!" "She is guilty… of steeling my mate." "You said we weren't mate… anymore!" he winced, these words harder to say for him. "Crap…" "In fact… she… she has nothing to do in that affair. The watcher just spied on us both." "Fuck…" I grumble, slowly getting a grip on the situation. "How did you find me anyway?" "Well… I… I followed a false lead… that led me to her… and… then… the Watcher found us… he offered me a bargain… your life… for Kaos." "Don't tell me you accepted." "I did." he mumbles, looking at his own claws, his armor briskly clinging with each spasm of his body "you were too important for me to… to just let go like this. I couldn't leave you in that bastard's grasp." "That's strange you say that I matter to you after you treated me like shit and betrayed me for a whore!" "Tarken stop this!" he yells, baring his fangs before just freezing and sobbing again. "Fine… what next." "I… I… came to you…" "And then?" "We tried to set you free by force?" "I guess it worked out?" "Not really… we were on the brink of losing the fight when… a helpful hand showed up and saved the day." "So who should I thank then?" "I'll… present him to you later. Right now he is quite busy." "As you wish." I growl, wishing only for that discussion to end as soon as possible. "However… a… a little detail is bothering me. How did you find me?" "Well… if I tell you you're not gonna believe me."

"Go ahead give it a try." "Well… I… how to put it? When you were attacked, in danger I felt it deep in my guts. I knew, deep inside that you were in a life threatening emergency. I… I heard you calling out… for me." "No way… I never did that and I wouldn't do it." "It was… subconscious… you didn't have to… think about me or anything else." "So how then?!" "The bond…" "Is shattered!" "Not… not exactly. Let me show you." at his words he leans over me, shaking all the armor pieces that magically separate from his frame. "What do you think you're doing?" "Just… a… friendly hug." I see sincerity in his eyes yet I doubt it. "A hug… nothing else." "Promised." he purrs.

Slowly he lowers himself upon me. I gasp, feeling the contact of scales against mine as our body pressed against each other. Before I could do anything about it we were actually cuddling; well… he was cuddling me, cradling me like a baby, his snout nestled in my neck, taking deep whiffs of my scent. I felt something wet and agile dashing over the sensitive area where that deep lash lays, slathering the scales there in slimy dragon spit. I moan, tingle of pleasure welling up inside me as that wound started to itch with each pressure of his tongue. "*gasp* Kyo… *moan* what are you… doing?" "Just shut up and let me show you."

I can't admit it but I do love that bastard's touch; he is so skilled with that swift fleshy thing of his, knowing all the right spot to prod. A new warmth floods me, overpowering my system as he keeps pressing and lapping eagerly. I moan loudly, jerking my body, trashing in the dirt. "What the hell is happening?" "There we go." He just answer, grinning toothily as his tongue finally retreats in his steaming hot mouth, drool leaking on his chin, a slimy droplet I cannot stop from licking hungrily, wiping it off his face. "Look…" he purrs, delighted, curling his neck to show me the place where my claws struck a few hours ago. There, around the lips of a jagged laceration lays two glowing, slightly pulsating green lines, contrasting with his black and deep blue scale pattern. "What the hell is…" in pure reflexes I crane my neck, trying to get a look at my own scales. I already know that, on my green scales the two same lines, have appeared, radiation a blue light. "What trickery is this?" "The bond Tarken… the mark of our bond." "No way… it… can’t it be." "I had troubles believing it as well when Kaos showed me but… here it is." "I've destroyed that bond." "No… you only weakened it." "Impossible."

"Tarken… let me explain. When we bonded with our riders we established a permanent, everlasting connection with them and; as a sign of that union we left a mark on them… me I did in Allen's hand. These marks are more than just badass tattoos signaling a being as a mighty dragon rider… they're also the sign of a deeper connection… which is also our greatest weakness. When we bond we abandon a part of ourselves, offering it as a gift to the other and he does the same in return. This is just a tiny shrine but it's more than enough to seal one's fate with the other. When we bitted each other we… we did exactly the same. Now a fragment of me is inside you… and vice versa." "No way…" "Isn't that wonderful? We're… life mates… bonded for life! Bonded for eternity and after. You can try, wish to break that bond you'll just weaken it and make us endure great suffering. Breaking it would mean… instant death… for both of us."

"So you mean I'm bonded… rather… stock! With the last person I want to see on that whole god damn world!" "Yep… and I'm really happy with that turn of events." "Not me! Why do you have to be so… sticky?"

"Because I love you Tarken." "You have weird ways of showing it… like… betraying them when they actually do love you in return." "I… I know… I… I made bad choices… again and again." "For a change." "But… I… I… I'm sorry." "Finally… but it's too late. We may be stuck for a fucking eternity it doesn't mean I'll stay here and pretend nothing happened." "Actually… I don't imagine you assuming that role." he giggles amusingly.

"On that we agree… at least."

His gaze drifts away, wandering in the night sky, observing the millions of stars, tiny eyes of alien creature observing us from above. "Tarken… I… I'm… so sorry… I… I didn't want this to end." "You should have thought twice before…" "I know… and… and you were right all the line. You warned me, tried to protect me yet I remained oblivious to all of that. You were right… my horniness led me to a risky path. You… you had seen through her move long before I actually did… and I'm so… so sorry for ignoring you." "Finally some gratitude… but keep that for yourself… it's not the time for apologies." "It is…" he growls, leaning over me, digging his claws in my shoulder blades, realizing my upper limbs. "I… I was so wrong to not trust your wisdom… I wish I did… but… I… I realized… I was… safe." "With that whore… then why don't you go chasing after her tail!?" "Because I want you… more than anything… my mate my…" "Stop don't ever say that!" "My… friend…" he rectifies. "How could you feel safe with that demoness so close to you?" "Because… she was one of Kaos' former slaves and he still had ways to control her. We made a deal: he would make her receptive and neutralize her for me to enjoy her in exchange of a small talk afterward."

"Really… simply that?" "I know it sounds too easy to be true but… that's how it went. She couldn't harm me and I had one of the best bedding of my life… with a female I mean. The many nights with you are way above that." "pfff flatterer. Whatever… I suppose the story didn't stop there?" "No… it was only the beginning. I… I remember what you said to me this morning; that you would have enjoyed raising younglings with me. That's… that's what I wanted… getting a clutch of mine… and… raising them… with you." "Like I said… I would have loved… if we had agreed on the breaded female." "Anyway… I let Kaos use some of his magic on me; he enhanced my seed and I bred her wild and hard. You should have herd her screaming, begging for more of me." he groaned, stars gleaning in his eyes as he recalls the past events. "But I guess it didn't went as you planned." "No… first… she left… then."

"Enough… just… let me ask you something. What happened to your seed? You said he should have made you super fertile… yet I tasted what you spilled in my slit and it… doesn't match that description." "In fact… he tricked me… he… he turned it no weak shit instead and let me spill it inside her… gallons of fucking nothingness!" "Frustrating … am I right?" I sniggered wickedly "You bet."

"That's what I call keeping him from harm." snorts Kaos, making a brief apparition. "It was your plan all along?" "Not really; I got that idea on the spot?" "Why didn't you tell me!?" I yell, letting out my rage on someone else. "Because you didn't left me enough time to do that!" he yells back in reply. "Oh so… you… you protected him… in your own way… I… kinda see." "I did… and I never stopped but being with Koy learned me that the hard way rarely worked with him… it's better to go along and make slight adjustments on the spot… improvise if you wish." "It doesn't change that…" "he cheated on you… I agree it was a really… REALLY bad idea Kyo!"

"Why is everyone against me?!" “We're not against you we're trying to help you." "I know I KNOW! It's just that… I… I hate to be manipulated." "Then start thinking by yourself and wisely if it's not too much to ask!"

Our face are almost touching, closing in with each bark to the point where our lips almost make contact. I can feel his breath as he pants rapidly, staring idly in my eyes with untamed passion. "Ho screw this" I huff, dragging him into a sloppy kiss, our tongue finding the way of the other's mouth automatically as our jaws lock; wet smacking and squelching sounds filling the silence, covering the wildlife's many sounds as we kiss; saliva dripping on our scaled bodies.

Kyo is the one to part the kiss, pushing me back as he dislodge his jaws from mine, spit dribbling on my face as he moaned. "Tarken… I'm… I'm so sorry… sorry of being such a selfish… reckless dumbass. I… I love you. I love you so much… *sniff* yet *sniff* I'm incapable of… showing it to you." "Kyo…" "Don't speak please *sniff* let me talk. I… I am so… sorry of letting you down the way I did; how I let our love slip away; how I let my desires take the lead on me and… breaking us apart. I… I am such an idiot. I mean… I… I'm so… sorry for what happened last night… I wish I could be even sorrier. I so desperately wanted a female bouncing on my cock that I let what mattered the most to me go away. I am… just a pile of shit… worthy of being thrown to the trash can." "Kyo… I…" "I know you can't forgive that act of mine… it was such a stupid idea. But there is something… that is disturbing me, hurting me more than any of your claws or any weapon can: I don't feel any regret… well… just a bit. I'm sorry… I'm awfully sorry for what happened… but I don't regret it… and if… the opportunity presented itself again I would fall for it… probably. I mean… I loved every second inside her as I brought myself to completion. My craves are settled for now… but… if… if I am given the same chance again I'll… gladly go for it. I'm… so… selfish! I… I cannot even bring myself to regret the bad things I did. I don't deserve such a handsome mate as you."

"Kyo… I know I can't stop you. You're bisexual… you want a female you just go for it whenever you feel the need to fulfil your desire… just like I do when I want a nice ass to stuff but… I…that's not what made me mad this morning… it's just that you did it without my permission. We're mate we should agree to things, decide of the way of doing something together." "You… you still… think me as a worthy mate?" "Maybe… you should start prove yourself deserving." "No… no you don't get it… I… I love you… I love you with every fiber of my being but… I… I can't be the mate you deserve. I wish I could cleave my beating heart from my chest and offer it to you on a silver plate as a sign of my love but I know I'm incapable of doing so… I'm so weak and… selfish and… horny and… stupid and… horny… and… pathetic." he whines, sobbing noisily over me chest, soaking my scales in salty tears. "Kyo… that's actually quite touching. If you want to know the depth of my though I think you're a worthy mate for me… you're even the best I could ask for. We just… need to get things done properly and stop hiding things to each other’s like this. And you know… maybe next time I'll be by your side when you'll go out and breed a female." "I thought you weren't interested?" "For your happiness I'll make an exception."

With a loud chirp he smacks head first into me, squeezing me between his paws in some sort of hug. "Easy Kyo easy." "I can't believe you think me as a worthy mate. Thank you Tarken… I'll prove myself deserving of your trust again… I swear it."

I give him back his loving embrace, our tail intertwining, our body pressing tightly as we purr deeply. "Tarken… actually I wish I could be your little female to breed." "You mean becoming a herm?" "Yes… I always wanted to see how it felt to be taken like a female… truly like a female." "We'll see about that." I laugh frankly "for now I just want to enjoy some time with my mate as unperfected as he is."

"Tarken… I love you; I love you so much." "Me too Kyo… me too."

I stare at the stars; they seem to be winking at me in that obscure clarity of the night. Maybe the time of forgiveness has come.

"Tarken… does it mean you forgive me?" "Not really… It can't be done with a snap of a finger; I'll need time; a lot of it." "And during that time… can we still… have some fun?" "We shall see." "And… could we start… like right now?" "No…" "Not even a blowjob?" "Not even a look at our gender Kyo. I don't want it to be only sex anymore." "But I love it… I love when you stuff me with these two beauties." "I do love it to. But I think we both need a break and let our cock rest."

"Maybe you're right." he grunts, disappointed.

"But… Kyo… can you tell me… what happened to me when I was unconscious. I feel all weird and heavy." "Tarken… I'm sorry… you… got used by… three demons" "You mean they…?" "Raped you."

It took me time to assimilate that information. "Oh… that's why I feel so heavy and stuffed." "They did came in your mouth and ass." "And rod me maybe… I feel lighter in that particular." "Maybe… but… they also did… mark you." "You've got to be kidding /e!" "No… I'm sorry… I… I arrived too late to prevent that from happening." "Well… I'll need a lot of show1rs to watch that away. And maybe someone could land me a hand." "Your beloved mate would be pleased to offer his service." "And maybe… he could replace these three filthy creature by himself." "I'm sure he'd love." he purr, nestling comfortably next to me.

Our mouth find each other again, a long sloppy dragon kiss as the sand merchant comes and claimed us for his realm of slumbers. "Tarken…" howled Kyo, rubbing his snot against my neck, going up bits by bits, leaving a wet trail behind as he reached my muzzle. "Yes." I groaned, letting him slather my face in saliva. "I love you… I love you so much. I love you with all my heart." "I love you too Kyo." I answer as our lips join for a last passionate kiss before the sleep.

………

Allen

Relief, like a cool tide washes over me; ¹I'm holding my lover in my arms as he slowly wakes up. The sound of our dragons arguing again fills the night and can probably be heard from the other side of the kingdom. Hopefully that one will settle everything down for good because I'm not doing that kind of things again. The day has been long, full of twists, pains, hopes and fears I wish to never feel again.

Kyle lets out a light yowl, his eyes fluttering as he finally awakes. "Hey there." I whisper, softly caressing his cheek. "Allen… jeeze I feel like I've been hammered." he grumbles, trying to get up. "No… stay down… and take some rest. You earned it." "What the hell happened to me?" "You were attacked by a demon and knocked out." "By only one… holy shit I'm rusty." "It was a tough one." "And… to who do I own my life?" To me silly… finally I get to be the savior today." “We’re in that case." "Indeed." "And now where are these punk asses?" "Far from here… the one who attacked you has been destroyed and the watcher blown to pieces." "That's one hella good news." "I couldn't agree more." "However I'm still having troubles imagining you as a mighty fighter battling demons." "But I did… you should have seen how I made him eat the dust. But I wasn't alone you're right."

"I knew it…" "Like you didn't save me alone back then." I reply, pouncing him on the chest. "Hehe… point taken… so what do we do now?" "We watch the show." I answer, turning his head toward our two dragons.

"Hehe… these two can't stay mad at each other for long." "Let's say they can't stay far from each other long. Let's say… they're bond to stick to catch other's side." I giggle.

"I knew it… well… I suspected it." "Well due to their bond they can't just part way like Tarken intended to do." I explain, letting one of my hands wander in his hairs. "They're adorable don't you think?" "The most adorable creature in the world… and handsome top of that." I add. "Yet they're making our life all the harder." "Indeed… but isn't it why we love them so much." I reply, giving his forehead. "What would be life without a pinch of salt?" "That's not a pinch with these two… that's an entire sea of salt." "Hehe… true."

We laugh, our gaze wandering on the night sky. I am relieved to see my mate back and healthy yet… I feel like something isn't there; like something's off. I look down crossing his look, disturbed and wondering. "What are you thinking about tough guy?" "I've been wondering a lot lately… with what happened to us." "And what is the result of all these wonders of yours?" "Nothing by now. I just… feel like… in the state we are… we cannot even win a damn fight and these beasts lurking around us won't wait for us to attack." "That's why we must stick together and not let their tricks change our mind on things. We must stand strong and united." "You speak true Allen but… I'm not sure it will be possible… in the way things are." "What do you mean?" "Our dragons Allen… they've been… lewd troublemakers, putting us at risk all the time. Don't give me wrong I do love it but… you saw where it led us." "It was a common mistake don't blame yourself for that; we all had our part to play in that mess." "You're right…" "But we went out of it, we struggled, we feared but we are still standing." "Yes but I fear it's only the beginning." "You may be right but what can we do about that? These two arstill gonna be troublesome… they're dragons."

"Once again you speak wisely but… I think the problem doesn't entirely fall on our dragons. I think we have a part to play in it." "Clarify please." I gasp, stiffening my grasp on his hairs. "I think… we… we somehow made this happen to… maybe by… doing nothing." "That's actually my fault; I let Kyo go… hoping that he would learn the consequences but it was foolish from me." "I also caused it by saying nothing when I could; maybe we could have imagined a strategy to bust her, to force her to reveal her true self and avoid that whole crap but… what would it have changed in the end?" "What do you mean?" "We… we're still at the mercy of our dragon's urges and desire; they can be adorable and all… but in deep they're still animal driven by inerasable instincts and desires that rule for them." "Don't say that." "As long as they don't overcome these craves we'll get in that kind of mess again… and again… and the worst for that matter is Kyo." "You're right… he is kinda reckless… and careless." "Yep… but it's not what I mean. Surely he'll do that again, mate with females, being… well himself and mate, giving into these urges. Even Tarken isn't protected from that; even though he has a better level of self-control and awareness than Kyo… maybe too much if you want my opinion." "Kyle… where does this talk lead?" "Well… you've seen… as well as I did… how our emotions inflict the other in deep, we feel something our dragon do as well yet… when it works the other way we can't do a damn thing beside letting ourselves overcome by the might of their desire."

"Oh no…" I whisper, finally seeing where that road is gonna end. "You remember when Kyo was drugged… we fell in the very same state of horniness and luxury. Every time they feel the urge to mate we feel the same." "Kyle… don't say this please." "Allen…" he whispers, caressing my face with his soft fingers "I wish it could be different… but I know that you know what I mean." "I do." "What I mean is that… Kyo's lust toward females… you feel it to." "I don't." "But you will one day… you'll fall for it anyway and I fear that's gonna pull us apart." "I'll always stay loyal to you; never would I dare to cheat on you."

"I don't doubt your words a single second… but what guarantees me the might of his desires will not subdue you."

"I'm stronger than that?" "Are you sure about that?"

I lower my gaze, staring at the grass blades. "What I think… would help us would be to… keep our distances for some time and… let it sink and… maybe figure out a way to control them. Until then… I'm not sure I can place my trust inside you again." "Kyle… I…" "It hurts me to say that as well… trust me… but I don't see any other way to solve that problem right now."

He turned silent, staring at the sky as I observed the wet grass and flower, closed like his heart as despair filled mine.

“Kyo… what had you done to us…?”

………

Owen:

"One hell of a fucking good day… one demon kill… another weakened… I call that a success." "Yet three escaped." mentally grumbled Voire. "Minor detail; they won't bother us any time soon." I answer.

I listen to ,the two couples talking, settling down and just speaking all these unspoken feelings. "You know… they remind me of us… back in the day; bold, eager, reckless." "We were worst." "You wanna bet on that?"

"No…" "Hush… listen."

My grin vanished at the sound of the two intertwined speeches; one bringing back two, the other pulling the rest apart. "You heard that?" "I hear a lot of things." "Don't play deaf… you know as well as I what it means?" I huff. "I do… but are you sure they're ready?" "We have no choice… in that state they won't survive another fight and I don't wanna ply the baby sitter all day with these four. Beside… their powers have awakened several time today… and left uncontrolled like this they could do more harms than good."

"So it is time then."

"Yes… the time of training has come…" I grin, cracking my fingers impatiently."